Yesterday morning everyone else went to breakfast, but since I'm not a fan, I decided to take advantage of some quiet time. We arrived at the funeral home just as the visitation began so we could be useful if needed. The three of us, along with our friends and three of their kids all sat together in a pew throughout everything. I was so, so incredibly grateful that we were together for this, and that we were able to share this, but it was also so very awful. It didn't feel real, and I didn't want it to be real. After the services we attended the meal and visited for a bit. We knew we had to leave early this morning, but after dropping the kids at the motel we decided to venture out for a margarita to toast Tim. When we got back to the motel, I cried again for a bit. I'd been in "we'll take care of it mode" and since the services were done and there was nothing left to focus on, my emotions took over. Again, so incredibly grateful we could share this all together.
I was incredibly drained and slept quite a bit of the drive home. We had lovely weather for traveling, and all the entire weekend. The services were very well done, and everything was beautiful. At the same time, the whole thing was so horribly awful that it was happening!
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