The beginning is a very good place to start.

After I get the intial story out of the way....these are all letters to my dad.....crossing my fingers that he uses the highspeed internet in heaven.

On the very early morning of January 8th, 2012, my awesome dad passed away in his home unexpectedly.  We found out later on that it was a heart attack and there was nothing to be done.  It still didnt mean I didnt have all the emotions a person could come up with.  I was able to see his body, which lasted all of 20 seconds, until I ran to the nearest restroom and vomited and cried and vomited more, which was followed by much more crying.

Sunday was an odd day.  No one knew what to do with themselves.  I had a dear friend make my whole family lasagna, which helped more than she will ever know.  Monday I actually ventured into work, hoping to keep my mind of things for a while and just get some stuff done.  But no, I was greeted with the turning of the head ever so slightly followed by a whisper of, "How are you?"  "Are you doing ok?"  "What are you doing here?"  I swear it was like watching that pug video on youtube where they tilt their head side to side when their owner asks them a question.  I understand it is human nature and I have probably done it a great many time, but when it is being done to you, it just feels odd.

After working a part of the day Monday, we had one of those family meetings that everyone dreads.  The planning of the services....dun dun dun!  We were able to toss around some good ideas for the obituary and get other minor details ironed out.

Tuesday was spent at the mortuary paying for things I didnt think I would have to pay for for another 20 plus more years and writing obituaries I never dreamt of writing.We then proceeded over to his old apartment.  I broke down at the site of his shoes.  Of all things....his shoes.  My brother and I made it through some of the other stuff and were just beat down.  We called it a day after that.

Wednesday was a wash.  I dont even remember Wednesday.

Thursday was the day we said goodbye.  I can't even believe all the people that came out.  It was a wonderful out pouring of love.  There were so many stories and memories and tears.  Tears because dad isnt with us anymore.  My three brothers and a few other people and I went out after all was said and done.  We had two shots each of 1500 tequilla....for dad.  Now my letters begin.