In Utah. My brother and his daughter are also staying at my mom's so they can clear out dad's stuff from the garage. We sprinkled my dad's ashes Thanksgiving night, and it was really sad. It felt so final. My youngest sister and my brother were smoking where his ashes were buried and I took my first and last puff of a cigarette. It kind of felt ( Read more... )

and thus fully entering my "old" life again starting tomorrow. I feel like this fragile butterfly, just emerging from a safe cocoon. How will I deal with post-dad life? Can I ( Read more... )

It's been a week and I'm still struggling. Still in Utah. I'm in denial a lot of the time, to be honest. My entire dad - leather biker jacket, favorite jeans, etc all fit into this little box on the table. We're going to sprinkle his ashes according to his wishes as soon as our brother comes here from Mississippi ( Read more... )

About an hour ago my dad passed away ( Read more... )