Friday

I can't believe it is Friday already. We made it through Thursday. Jantzen and the kids waited outside while my mom and sisters, older grandkids, and his siblings went in to see him. I said my usual, "Hi Dad!" as I did everytime I called him or saw him.

Jantzen brought the kids in after the adults had time to adjust. They did well. They cried, but they had lots of distractions. I am proud of them. I know what it feels like to lose your grandparent at a young age and it is tough, but they handled themselves well. When they were getting their pajamas on last night, Layne had a prayer card in his pocket. He took it out and started to cry. He holds it all in then something strikes him and he needs to let it out.

Seeing him was like a wave of relief washed over me. In his last days, he wasn't Dad anymore....pale, struggling to breathe, feverish.....and now, he is Dad. He has just the hint of a smirk and he looks like he did before he was diagnosed. Paul at the funeral home couldn't have done a better job. It was such a good feeling to see him well again. My Aunt Eleanor saw me yesterday and told me "He's in a better place." After seeing him, I know that to be true.

The flowers were overwhelming. I know I keep using that work but I don't know what other word to use....even the funeral home commented on how many we received. Mom and Dad were so well liked....a true testament to them and their lives.

When we were leaving I told him good night and that I'd see him tomorrow.