Wake
I got home and I obviously recognize everything, but it feels weird to be here. It's so strange to think of my parents being all alone in our house. It's kind of sad, really but I'm glad to be home. The dogs even recognized me!
There were two services held today. The first was 2-4 and the second was 7-9 with a break at home in between. I was still a little tired from frisbee the night before, but I made it. The first session was smaller, and sadder. A lot of people that had square danced with my grandfather and his girlfriend of about 30 years were there. His war medals were on display and my mom and aunts and uncles had compiled photo boards with memories. There was a slideshow showing photos from when he was very young until a few weeks before he passed away. It was an open casket, which I wasn't expecting, but he looked peaceful. I learned that he had died at home in his own bed, which is best. He didn't like being in the hospital; he just wanted to be home so I think it was a good way to go. I could tell that a lot of people had been affected by him and it was hard to see how upset my mother was, but there were a lot of people to support her. For the second session, friends of both of my parents, neighbors, and old schoolmates came and I was fortunate to meet a lot of new and interesting people. My father's friend brought his hilarious little daughter who is in love with my dad. He is such a ladies' man, haha. My dad loves being a father, and it's really obvious. He had three girls so he's just used to little kids like that. It's adorable.
The funeral is tomorrow. I don't think I have ever been to one so this will be a first. I think his children are responsible for the eulogy.
But yeah, I guess that's it. When I had just found out, I was a wreck. I took a shower and cried. But now I'm more accepting. I know that he is at peace now and we knew he was in a lot of pain. I'm glad it's over.