Well it's now a month since Dad died. This is one of the last photos taken of him, a couple of weeks before he passed away. It was for his internet dating profile . I told him he looked like a vicar in it.
There's a lot of crap that comes with someones death. A lot of my time at the moment is spent on sorting out his affairs and taking care of stuff. I find it all rather stressfull and worrying but I am assured it should all be sorted out fairly easily.
The funeral went well. I actually rather enjoy funerals. We had a hymn, and I wrote a piece about my Dad that my brother read out, and then we had one of his favourite songs, "Teach Your Children" by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. It never really feels adequate and it isn't - how can you really celebrate someone's life in 20 minutes? Still, it was ok, and there were lots of people there to say their goodbyes to him. I was rather hyper - my way of coping I guess. What I like, and what I liked about my Mum's funeral, was that many of the people I love and care about were there with me. That is a good feeling. It's nice to see people you don't see often too and catch up. Though by the end of the day I felt utterly drained and exhausted. The next day was the real comedown. A horrible empty, hollow feeling. It passes - it has to. Life goes on, a cliche, but simply how it is.
