This was taken the morning we arrived in Fiji. I'm overlooking our hotel room balcony, facing west. It was early and rainy, but if you look far out on the horizon of the Pacific, you can see Bekena Island.
Here is another view from our hotel room balcony, facing northeast. It was a fun pool!
People are often curious what accommodations are like in Fiji (because it's still very much a developing country). I have to say that you can find both ends of the spectrum. So I put up a picture of our hotel room to give people an idea of what is available. We managed to find a great place that is reasonably priced in Lautoka. 
A view of Fiji's main island, Viti Levu, looking towards the island's interior jungles! 
While growing up, when Stephen wasn't out on Beachcomber Resort Island, he would stay in Waiyavi -- a subdivision of Lautoka city on the main island. Here is a picture of his "backyard" where he would practice long hours dribbling and juggling a soccer ball. It looks rough, but it's where champion professionals are made!
My darling niece, Norma, stands in front of a simple shelter that was set-up as a receiving area throughout the week for guests who come to pay their respects to the family.
Above is a photo of the "Ratu" (High Chief) of a nearby village, which was one of the villages that knew my father-in-law very well. The Ratus of different villages would come with some of the villagers throughout the week and present mats, food, animals, money, etc. for the funeral. They would give a speech, bless the offering, and initiate the very traditional kava ceremony. Even though Stephen's father was Welsh-Tongan, he was very respected by many of the Fijian peoples and villages.
A photo of the mats presented by the Matuwale village.
My nephew, Malcolm, prepares the kava for the ceremony. Normally a Ratu would prepare it, but Malcolm was asked by the Ratu because he was the oldest present grandson.
A villager presents the kava to everyone. Behind him are some more of the villagers from the Veiseisei Village.
The villager presents Stephen with a bowl --a very small bowl -- of kava. Because they know Stephen is a member of the Church, they were very respectful of his beliefs and were cautious to pour a small amount for him.
My second youngest nephew, Pita, hangs out while playing with the middle reed of a coconut leaf. They live a very humble life, but manage to be creative and make toys with whatever they can find to entertain themselves. 
Stephen, Stein (nephew), Izaiah (Nephew), Martin (Brother), Sairusi (Nephew), and Malcolm (Nephew) pose for a picture while waiting. In both Tongan and Fijian custom, the family members wear black for the funeral and during the mourning period. Wrapped around each of them is a mat called a ta'uvala which is a Tongan custom.
The traditions, funeral, and burial procedures are very different in Fiji. This is a photo of the burial site the day after the funeral. It was "cyclone" raining the day of the funeral so it was difficult to get any shots that day. We decided to go back and take photos of the site. The mound of dirt was covered by the daughters in traditional Fijian tapa cloth. Tapa is made from the long process of pounding tree bark into a fine thin layer, and then dying or painting it with designs. It's considered a cultural art form of the Polynesian Islands, and therefore a symbol of great respect, especially at a funeral.
The day after the funeral, Stephen walks through the cemetery explaining a little bit about the Gospel to his older brother, Martin. It was a great opportunity for some missionary work!
Stephen is well known in Fiji because of soccer. We were treated like royalty while we were there, which honestly, made me feel both good and uncomfortable. When we'd go visit different people they would lay out mats and bow in front of us while presenting us with food. Notice that Stephen is the only one eating, but they laid out more spaces for us, and would turn the plates upside down at the spots where we didn't sit. If we wanted more food or a different dish, they would turn another plate over. At first we thought there would be others joining us, but they always stayed to the side and watched for any sign that we wanted more. The people are very generous and would have offered any and everything they have if we would've let them. I felt a little embarrassed at times when all we offered was American candy. But, you would have thought we hung the moon by the way they acted at receiving it! I felt so humble and grateful for their generosity and kindness.