There is a flood, a flood of prayer and support, sweet tea and wine, cheese trays and flower arrangements, family and friends. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement. It's been a rough 24 hours...heck, it's been a rough 3 1/2 weeks, but I wanted you all to know that I'm surviving...grieving and coping in my own way, working through what still seems so surreal to me. As much as I try to wrap my brain around it, I can't! Even when I saw him lying in that bed, nothing left but the shell of a broken body, it didn't seem real. I'm not going to pretend to understand death, or life for that matter. I'm thankful for the time I had with him, especially over the last three weeks. I have no regrets. But I miss my daddy. I see him everywhere I look. Yesterday, I was moving a plant to make room for a flower arrangement. I placed it on my dad's dresser and saw his pipes...enough said. I'm glad that Neil will be here today. I missed him. And I'm ready to have my family together again, despite the circumstances.
I realize that most of you didn't know my dad, but the Augusta Chronicle did a tribute on him today. You can see it here: http://chronicle.augusta.com/stories/041608/met_195259.shtml
Neil and I are going to take the kids to Warner Robins Friday and go to my cousin's wedding on Saturday. Since the memorial service isn't until Monday, it would be a good distraction for me, and I get to see the rest of my family (mom's side). So Shan, call me and let's do coffee Sat AM.
Thank you again! And yes Katy, I love that idea. It would be extremely helpful as I attempt to reassimilate into my old life.
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