It is silent in this house, and I'm grateful for that. Life has been anything but silent lately. Yesterday morning, Thomas managed to lock us out of the house. It was an accident and I wasn't angry, but I quickly realized my well-planned day was not off to the best start. A kind neighbor took me to the high school and I was able to take Andrew's keys and drive myself home. This meant I had to pick him up at the end of the day, which wouldn't have been a problem except that we were on a tight schedule to leave for the funeral visitation last night. We left much later than I had wanted, but still were there to pay our respects.
In fact, we waited two hours in line to do so. That is how well respected and loved this man and his family are. The entire thing made me so very emotional because it is so closely tied to my dad. When it was finally our turn, my tears couldn't hold back any longer...seeing the family was just too much. They all mentioned how they were glad Dad had been there earlier, and that he seemed to be having a good day (and Grandma echoed those thoughts). Many others that I encountered throughout the visitation asked about Dad, and one of them even mentioned he was glad to hear Dad wasn't in there, because he didn't think he could handle seeing Dad grieve.
I'm on my way back to my hometown shortly. The funeral is this morning. Dad isn't strong enough, and I know that the family understands. I also know that they would understand if I didn't make the trek back up again today, but I feel it's important that I do so. This man gave me the opportunity to work with my dad for over six years, and I'm always going to be grateful...not to mention all the other things he's done.
It's been emotional, and I'm grateful for some quiet time right now. And trust me when I tell you everyone could stand to catch up on some sleep!
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