And so it ends...
First of all, thank you all for the support and good thoughts sent our way during my father's passing. I'm truly humbled by it. At my lowest point, I felt each of you, though you weren't able to attend physically, I knew that you were there in spirit and for that, I can't thank you enough.
The funeral went on as my father wished for it to. He was buried in his favorite Alabama football t-shirt and blue jeans. Though I've had ill feelings for his family for quite some time, I was glad to see them all band together in support for my mother and brother. The service was short and sweet and surprisingly elegant, given the circumstances. Jason's work sent a beautiful peace lily which we sent home with my mom. All of the flowers not in pots littered my father's grave with a beautiful layer of color. Those that were in pots came home with my mom and I and later today, I will be planting those in front of my house as a memorial to my father.
Though he's gone, I still feel his presence right here with me and I'm oddly comforted. I've cried and railed against the fates that took him from me, but even if I had the chance to bring him back right now, I wouldn't. He was so sick for so long and now I feel that his body is at rest. It's no secret that I didn't have the best relationship with my father in the past few years, but he knew that I loved him and I know that he loved me and was proud of me, no matter what. He's buried close enough for me to visit his grave whenever I like and that too, comforts me.
Again, thank you all for the support and remember that I love you, each and every one.
The funeral went on as my father wished for it to. He was buried in his favorite Alabama football t-shirt and blue jeans. Though I've had ill feelings for his family for quite some time, I was glad to see them all band together in support for my mother and brother. The service was short and sweet and surprisingly elegant, given the circumstances. Jason's work sent a beautiful peace lily which we sent home with my mom. All of the flowers not in pots littered my father's grave with a beautiful layer of color. Those that were in pots came home with my mom and I and later today, I will be planting those in front of my house as a memorial to my father.
Though he's gone, I still feel his presence right here with me and I'm oddly comforted. I've cried and railed against the fates that took him from me, but even if I had the chance to bring him back right now, I wouldn't. He was so sick for so long and now I feel that his body is at rest. It's no secret that I didn't have the best relationship with my father in the past few years, but he knew that I loved him and I know that he loved me and was proud of me, no matter what. He's buried close enough for me to visit his grave whenever I like and that too, comforts me.
Again, thank you all for the support and remember that I love you, each and every one.