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.