Hi, all! I'm back from Texas, and I can see I have a lot of catching up to do. Thank you everyone for your condolences.
The funeral was so healing. I was, on principle, against conventional funerals, but my experience in east Texas changed my mind. My Dad's funeral was conventional and modest, and a perfect reflection of him---of his life, of who he was, and of whom he loved.
Hubbie and I went to a private viewing before the public viewing, and attended the public viewing and funeral. We visited with a lot of family. The funeral was conducted by Dad's pastor and his brother, who is a minister from New Mexico. The church then gave us all a homemade potluck luncheon that was obviously made with lots of love. Hubbie and I reached some closure about Dad, and built stronger bonds between our other siblings.
Dad was the head of an amazing and loving family. I am so blessed to be a part of it.
We flew the red eye both ways, so we're both tired, but are glad we got to go.
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No words in any language can possibly express how very much I will miss him and his love for both of us.
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