Well, It's been 3 weeks since my dad passed away, and things are slowly starting to come together, only now I get to deal with my dads medical bills (he didn't have any kind of insurance) and my mother who hasnt been any help at all since my dad passed away. It's almost like Satan has taken over my moms body, and doing everything she can to make this grieving time as miserable as she can. It's not fair that not only have I lost my dad, but that i have to deal with my mother.. she hasnt been grieving cause she never cared about my dad... they have been divorced for 10 years, so she could careless that we are having such a difficult time.
But anyways, I didn't mean to go on this little rant, but it hasn't been easy. We have his ashes in this beautiful redoak urn, his portrait right in front of his urn, and i carry his wallet and his favorite watch in my purse, and i never leave home without it, and never leave it in my car. His possessions mean more to me than anything I've ever owned. I just wish I could have one more day with my dad, a whole entire day with my dad is all I want back. But I guess I'll have to wait till I go home to heaven and see him again.