Daddy's funeral was today. I thought I'd cried all I could, but I was wrong. I know he's in a better place and he isn't suffering anymore, but I guess I'm just a little selfish because I want him back. I want him to know my boys, to take them fishing, to tell him the funny stories he told us; but I know that can't happen, and He's in Heaven now. I wonder if He's visiting with Mamma and Papa Hopper and Papa Tom? Is he talking to his brother, Bobby?
Chris and I took 2 beautiful, big arrangements of cut flowers by Hospice House on our way home. It takes a special kind of nurse to do end-of-life care, they are wonderful people. I think they enjoyed the flowers, too.
I'm so tired tonight and plan on going back to school tomorrow. Pray for me.