His wish was to be cremated, so it was a small church ceremony (family, friends and whoever wanted to be there), followed by the family only gathering at my dads and step-mom's house.
I was one of the pallbearers, which helped me a lot, to get through yesterday, but it was still freaking tough to get through.
Now it is time to readjust, as mush as I can, to a world without my dad in it. It's such a surreal thought, but it'll settle in my mind - at some point. He died too young. He would have been only 65 on April 1st. Stupid cancer.
I'm OK, though. Despite everything. I will rank this week, to be the worst ever, of my life...
*sighs*I just wanted to give you an update.
"When someone accuses you of being "childish,"
I think you should take it as a compliment."
-- Stana Katic ♥