I had a good sleep last night, I'm happy I don't have sleepless nights. Though I'm tired in the daytime, I try to rest alot during the day. That is not always possible with days like these, when I have a spare time during the day you will see me napping. Today I received a few phone calls, they were all from my Aunt. The funeral directors settle most of the things what has to do with the funeral, it's almost unbelievable what they all do, my Aunt and Uncle do the rest. Dad's assurance papers, the banking, etc, etc. I appreciate what my Aunt and Uncle do, I probably would have managed it but with alot of struggling. Settle and rearrange things when someone passed away isn't easy. Though I will have to be on my hood with my Aunt, she's still can surprise me with her behaviour sometimes, I will have to be care full with almost every word I say. I'm Keeping the peace for Dad's sake and mine. So far so good.
I tried to explain to the priest the whole story of Canada, but in the end I told her that that's no use, it even has nothing to do with Dad's passing away. I told her it's a to long story, you could easily fill two 'church services' with that. The priest totally understood it. Even though if I would have explain it two or three times, some family members still won't understand it or they are to stubborn to understand it. The priest told me that she will then skip the whole 'Canada' part, "I totally understand that you don't want that pointy guilty finger on you with the 'service', according what you told me about Canada," she said. "Excaccily," I said. The priest said it well and explained it well, that did me good. My Aunt and Uncle understood it too, really, sometimes some family members have to hear it more often what happened in Canada. But anyway, the conversation went on and all was good, sometimes still some disagreements, but oh well, one ear in and the other ear out. Most of it went smooth. After the priest left, the rest of us were still talking, bringing up memories of Dad...
That was interesting and fun too. It was quit a long afternoon, the last thing on our schedule was visiting Dad once again. We all headed to the place where Dad is laying until Wednesday's funeral, Dad layed in a decorated small room in a coffin. The room was cold but looked nice, next to the coffin was a little table with candles. Dad layed peace full in his coffin, it was like he was sleeping, he had a rosary in his hands too, just like Mom had. It's still scary to see him like that, and sad aswell. It hurts to see him like this, he doesn't deserve it. Since my Mom died in August 2000 Dad's been struggling and hearting with Mom's loss. I witnessed that, and that wasn't a pleasure. Looking back at that period I can truly say that he deserved much better. That's why it hurts to see him like this in his coffin. I looked at my Dad, but nor for long, after five minutes I have to go, otherwise many thoughts run trough my mind. I love my Dad, I always did!
