My father's funeral service was yesterday. Just as it was about to start, I told Daniel that I was leaving and that he should call me when it was over. But I didn't leave, of course. It was hard to sit there, but I think it really helped me. The flowers were beautiful. The chapel was small, and not intimidating. The place was packed. Alot of my friends showed up, not only to support me, but because they cared about my dad, too. The pastor was a friend of my dad's, and I was really glad that he could be there. When he started crying, I suddenly felt a strong bond with him. After the service, he kept hugging me and wouldn't let me go. I needed that. j
After spending the last week going through various stages of grief, sometimes all at the same time, I finally feel a little closure. I feel a little more at peace now.
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hey its david i wish i was there to give u some support as a friend. i've been through two deaths since i've been in so email me later k. Love David
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