Well.. thats all there is to do I suppose.

The funeral was nice papa. You would have liked it. and it was very nice to have Bob there, doing for us what you have done for everyone else for so many years.

Sis and I really tried, and we held it together pretty well I think, all things considered. But I wrote this on the plane, and I thought I'd put it on here so I wouldnt forget how I want to remember you. (not sure that really makes sense...)


* Papa was the best hug you've ever been given. He was the laughter that brought the room to tears. He was the smell of "afta" and the brush of "whiskers". He was the heavy laden step at the end of the hall, the last thing you heard before you went to sleep, and the first thing you heard when in the morning. He was the freshly baked bread that Im pretty sure no one else knows how to make. He was Christmas Eve. He was the most comforting prayer to be heard and the best shoulder to lean on. He was the creased skin under his eyes that told of the pain of others that he had lifted and carried for years. He was in between the lines, the soundtrack, the truss'... always there, but never needing credit for holding everything together. He was unending love, faithful service, and boundless grace. *

Love you Papa. have to go back now.. but I promise we'll take care of her.. as well as we can...