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Today was a very busy day. Got up early in the morning, ran out of the house before coffee... Now, this is a scary thing, me without coffee and after a double dose of brandy one would expect to be rather dead and lifeless. We'll leave it at mom's driving to make sure we got things taken care of in time to get to our appointment regarding dad... resulted in a carsick me refusing to let anyone know and... well... swallowing...
Thank gods for having thought to grab a can of soda to take. Mom won't know exactly how carsick I got unless she feels like reading here. Squirt covers the taste decently enough to fake things untill getting coffee... even if it WAS funeral home coffee... Which was actually quite decent.
So, first it was Walmart to get copies made of a picture, then the funeral home to discuss... urns... cremation... weirding people out asking to be provided with a written description of the remains and the behaviors of the metals and stone beads sent with dad (no fire burns the same as he'd say)... playing my flute for him one last time and getting him dressed. Dad's in his Class A's, like going to work or coming home on an inspection day. So in other words, he's got his tie in his pocket (he hated that thing), comfortable shoes and favorite hat since he always switched those once he got there... his rosary, his reading glasses (a guy's gotta read), and one of the Twinkies that... he never got to eat... and the key fob that his foster brother gave him.
Dad was smiling and looked happy and at peace. *sighs* I will admit that I... had a "bit" of a breakdown while playing for him. >_> And no I didn't cry on him. I was sitting on the couch while crying. Man do I hate it when I cry.
Also, urns are not cheap, at least from the funeral homes. Nice ones, but nothing that was really DAD. On our way home, we stopped at a GREAT antique shop in Fall River, where we found PERFECT containers for a heck of a lot cheaper. We'd canvassed different stores in Redding and found things close to what we wanted, but not quite... So... my bit of dad will be in a China urn that is about 100 years old, which will be displayed later when dad gets to sit where I want him.
Mom ate well today, and even better, she says her food tasted good. We... won't go too far into the ravenous dragon-like eating display that I put on on the drive home... Poor burger... It didn't stand a chance. And getting ready to go over Big Valley Mountain, we stopped and watched a spectacular sunset. Oh, and I can't forget to mention the huge wind when we'd stopped by the Ingot Mine for pictures.
Had a bit of a surprise when I got home and settled that I'm not too sure how I feel about (at least it's not "grrrr.... how many people did I TURN DOWN in favor of staying where I was?")... But whatever. Will see what comes of the letter I've sent I hope (hold off on the "ahhhhhhhh! *panic*" for now at least) that it's a favorable answer... *sighs*
*facepalm* I may as well leave my mini-panic attack here to remind myself... and be thankful I got a message before I hit send. Now... It's just... Oh my goodness... there's people there... *blink blink* Hope it works out well. Sneaky way to prod me forward a bit more though. *gets the dork sign and hangs it over her head* Yup...
Thank gods for having thought to grab a can of soda to take. Mom won't know exactly how carsick I got unless she feels like reading here. Squirt covers the taste decently enough to fake things untill getting coffee... even if it WAS funeral home coffee... Which was actually quite decent.
So, first it was Walmart to get copies made of a picture, then the funeral home to discuss... urns... cremation... weirding people out asking to be provided with a written description of the remains and the behaviors of the metals and stone beads sent with dad (no fire burns the same as he'd say)... playing my flute for him one last time and getting him dressed. Dad's in his Class A's, like going to work or coming home on an inspection day. So in other words, he's got his tie in his pocket (he hated that thing), comfortable shoes and favorite hat since he always switched those once he got there... his rosary, his reading glasses (a guy's gotta read), and one of the Twinkies that... he never got to eat... and the key fob that his foster brother gave him.
Dad was smiling and looked happy and at peace. *sighs* I will admit that I... had a "bit" of a breakdown while playing for him. >_> And no I didn't cry on him. I was sitting on the couch while crying. Man do I hate it when I cry.
Also, urns are not cheap, at least from the funeral homes. Nice ones, but nothing that was really DAD. On our way home, we stopped at a GREAT antique shop in Fall River, where we found PERFECT containers for a heck of a lot cheaper. We'd canvassed different stores in Redding and found things close to what we wanted, but not quite... So... my bit of dad will be in a China urn that is about 100 years old, which will be displayed later when dad gets to sit where I want him.
Mom ate well today, and even better, she says her food tasted good. We... won't go too far into the ravenous dragon-like eating display that I put on on the drive home... Poor burger... It didn't stand a chance. And getting ready to go over Big Valley Mountain, we stopped and watched a spectacular sunset. Oh, and I can't forget to mention the huge wind when we'd stopped by the Ingot Mine for pictures.
Had a bit of a surprise when I got home and settled that I'm not too sure how I feel about (at least it's not "grrrr.... how many people did I TURN DOWN in favor of staying where I was?")... But whatever. Will see what comes of the letter I've sent I hope (hold off on the "ahhhhhhhh! *panic*" for now at least) that it's a favorable answer... *sighs*
*facepalm* I may as well leave my mini-panic attack here to remind myself... and be thankful I got a message before I hit send. Now... It's just... Oh my goodness... there's people there... *blink blink* Hope it works out well. Sneaky way to prod me forward a bit more though. *gets the dork sign and hangs it over her head* Yup...