I am going to make this brief.
Went to mom’s wednesday afternoon and Thursday 2 of my sisters and I headed to my dads.
Our step-mom had the funeral home keep the body until we got there so we could say “goodbye”
I am so glad I got to see him one last time, even though he wasnt alive. This might sound wierd but he looked sooo much better You could just tell that there wasnt anymore pain in his face and he looked soo peaceful
I dont really remember much of friday.
Saturday we went and picked up his ashes and when the house was empty I went into his room for the first time and I decided to lie down on his side of the bed and hold his shirt and cry. (his jacket was there so his dog could smell daddy and sleep. )
Charlie got in and he printed pictures and two of my older nieces made a huge photo collage of my daddy from the time he married my mom to the present.
Sunday was the funeral and what turned out to be a horribly embarrasing day for all of us (especially my stepmom)
My brother caused this big scene that I dont want to get into right now.
In fact I think I am finished posting for now too
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