Everything with my dad's passing was made worse by the condition the world is in right now. In order for us to go to Canada, we were supposed to quarantine for 2 weeks before seeing ANYONE or even going to the graveside, we couldn't have anyone at the funeral besides immediate family...even the number of immediate family members was over the limit. It just made everything so much more difficult, stressful, and sad. I am grateful I was able to be there though...to start the seemingly impossible process of saying goodbye to my dad. It was a beautiful service, and I think even Dad (who hated cemeteries and funerals) would have liked it.
Summer was too sad to come close to Grandpa's casket...finally, when it was time to place the roses, she was brave enough to do it. So much for a little 6-year-old to go through.
She loves her Grandpa so much.
On my last night in Canada, I was able to stay at Mom's. It honestly felt like Dad was still there, just upstairs watching tv. I took a picture of his painting room before I left because I wasn't sure if Mom would clear it out before I would be able to come up again. His empty art room made my heart hurt. He really is gone.
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