On June 4, 2010, my husband's father Ike Foster passed away at his home from an apparent heart attack.  He was 86 years on this earth- 62 of them on the mission fields of Japan and Korea.  He served 5 years in Japan and 57 years in Korea.  

My husband, Paul, had always hoped that if his father died there, he would want as many of our 8 children as possible to travel there with he and I to attend his funeral. He wanted them to witness the profound impact he had on the Korean people, if not in life, then surely in his death.

Six of the 8 made the trip. Here are some pictures of our trip to Korea

Me, my husband Paul, Bro Kwan, Kay and Mrs. Kwan

Paul, my daughter Erin, and the rest all piled into the Kwan's little van to head for Dad's house in Seoul.

Kay paying respects to Dad Foster at the Hang Dang Dong Bible Baptist church on the same property where his house is located.  The funeral was held there the two days later.

Flower arrangements from each of the church's Dad started.  I think there were 17 churches represented.  This is Bro. Lee, Pastor of the Hang Dang Dong Bible Baptist Church

Display with Dad's picture to honor him.  They hold something similar to a wake.  The family comes, steps up to the display one at a time, places a flower on the table, steps back, says a prayer and then backs away.  This is according to Korean custom.

Viewing the body is much different than in America.  You go to the hospital morgue.  The pull the coffin out of the refrigerated storage, lift the lid and you view the body--unprepared from the time of death.  Not a pleasant experience, but the way it is done in Korea.

The church prepared a meal for us before the wake the day before the funeral.  From left and around
the table-my daughter Erin, my niece Michelle, Paul's kindergarten teacher, Kay, me and Paul

Before burial.  My son Dillon in gray shirt, niece Michelle with video.

Bus ride home after funeral.  Daughters Devony and Erin (with the camera, of course!)

After the funeral, outside Dad's house.  Kim He Ok shaking hands with my son Dillon.  He is like a son to Dad Foster.  He pastors a church in Pusan.  Georgia Ecton, missionary to Osan Military Base in background.

Bill Ecton, Paul, Georgia Ecton and me.  Dear friends to Dad and Mom Foster, and missionaries also.

A little 'down time' after wake, funeral services and other ceremonies, then after Paul preached in two different churches on Sunday in addition to preaching his dad's funeral, we were ready for some family time.  Here, we are on a subway headed to Itaewon.  A shopping district for tourists.  The kids wanted to see the Korea where the Koreans go, so we didn't spend a lot of time at Itaewon.  My son, Micah is in the black T-shirt.

Relaxing and delicious meal at a nice restaurant not too far from the house.  This was courtesy of Bro. Lee.  We all love Korean food!

Paul's sister, Kay and Kim Dae Hyong.  He is Dad Foster's very first convert.  We call him 'Uncle Kim'.  He pastors a church in another city in Korea.

The boys went to the Imax where there was a huge screen for the Korean people to watch their team play Greece in the World Cup.  You could hear the crowd's roaring cheers all over the city each time the team made a goal.  The boys were really pulling for Korea to make it all the way.  I think it made soccer fans out of them.  Unfortunately Korea was knocked out by Argentina.

Watching the games on the big screen outside the Imax theatre.

Dad's house built by him in the early 50's from scraps from the army barracks.  It is two stories with a basement. Still a very sound structure.  He did most all the work himself.  Amazing...

Gate entrance to door entrance to kitchen.  Garage to the left with green door.

Wall surrounding house, yard, and of course, beloved peach trees.

Yard, sidewalk peach trees, all works of love done by hand and probably with hand-made, primitive tools since he seemed to prefer it that way!

Stay tuned!  More to come!

And now, our pictorial tour of Pusan hosted by Kim He Ok.

 This is the museum at the UN Memorial and Cemetery honoring the soldiers from several countries who fought and died in the Korean War.

Micah, Devony and I are looking at the wall of pictures of soldiers buried at the UN Cemetery.  These pictures were sent by their families. 

This is a volunteer veteran who was available at the museum to give information to anyone interested about the war.  He spoke English very well and was extremely helpful and interesting.

There was a wall much like the Vietnam Wall  with all the names of the soldiers who died in the War, listed state by state

Micah pointing out the Oklahoma names.  He was very moved by the sacrifice of the American soldiers.

Soldiers at the Cemetery who allowed us to take their picture.

 Paul with the veteran volunteer

Chinese food with Kim He Ok and his wife.  He took us to the best restaurants!  We had such a good time with him.

Posing for a picture before going to a village in Pusan where we observed a potter as he made a beautiful pot.  There were traditional Korean houses which housed shops for their art work.

Kim He Ok and his dear wife.  He spared no expense to show us a good time.  He is very proud of his home of Pusan, Korea

Being silly in Pusan.

Twins at the entrance of  some burial mounds of  Kings and museum in city near Pusan.

In front of one of the tombs.  If I remember right, this is one of only two capital cities of ancient times the first being Rome.  The tomb mounds are where they buried kings and their servants and belongings.  (I hope I got this right, Bro. Kim)

This little old lady was praying to a tree.

Same lady, different tree.

Too good not to share...

Watching an award-winning potter who is apparently a dying breed.  He did beautiful work.  I would love to have taken some of his work home with me, but it was very expensive.

Beautiful background for a twin pose.  These are country houses.

Another good spot for a pose.

The end of my pictorial commentary.  We could have taken so many more pictures but, quite frankly, we were more interested in savoring the moments.