Nov 06, 2006 17:22
So all day today I have been somewhat down. I tried and tried to come up with a way to get to the funeral (dad is having a hard time because he is up there already and the airlines are giving him grief about my checking in down here with his name on the credit card 'used') So we started looking around for alternate ways... 21hrs on a bus to get there 30min before the final viewing/wake. And that's if it's on time. So... we eventually just gave up - and that is where this all hit me. Like a rock...
Sitting at work, listening to your father say with heaviness "there's nothing we can do now honey" did it. A river was flowing, finally everything has kicked in. Being a bit embarrassed at work, I decided to leave early and still take leave - to gather myself in not being able to attend. And talked with Dman on the way home. I decided to run the shower (easier to cry there for some reason) and he pops in with "get your things packed, you're going". Apparently he pulled some strings and we are now waiting for confirmation/money to fly up there.
Getting back? Not sure yet... Dad has said he would be able to help since he would be up there and it would be easier with the airlines, but I wouldnt mind taking the 21hr bus trip (cheapest route) back if it means getting to say good bye.
So I guess I havent been as much of a pain over the last few days with Dman as I thought...
More later.
dman,
family