Daddy died Friday; we buried him Sunday afternoon. It was a beautifully simple ceremony. Just like he would have wanted. The weather was perfect; cool but not cold.
There were no formal "talks". Grandchildren, sisters, son-in-laws...all who wanted, said a few words or told a story/remembrance of him. He would have enjoyed his funeral.
This big house sure is lonely, though. I still am not used to him not being here. I will wake up, wondering if he is back from getting the paper; or if it is time for him to go pick up the mail...so hard to get used to him being gone.