This whole thing has been a process. Is a process that we are all still going through. Maybe it’s just that life is a process and we’re all going through it, all the time. This is just another piece of something much larger.
Things were difficult while Dad was in the hospital. I have a feeling that times to come are going to be even more difficult.
I didn’t see Dad every day before, but I sure do miss him every day. Saw an article in the paper today about reusing the old Red Line right of ways. I immediately wanted to tell Dad. He rode the old Red Cars.
The funeral went well. Everything fit together beautifully. Mom had a written piece outlining his life, Juli read a piece using the Wizard of Oz as an analogy and Jennifer put together music and a slide show which used Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. The pieces fell into place as though it had actually been planned that way.