…and condolences.
We had a private family service at the cremorium before the box that held his body was conveyed into the tort.
The next day we met at the grave for his ashes to be buried above my mother's casket in the same plot.
Coincidently his burial date was also that of their wedding anniversary. The marker read "together forever" along with their names, birth and death years — actually it will be at least another month before the year of his death is listed; completing the marker my Dad had installed when my mother died.
I'm still at his house. Keeping it safe from would be thieves who make notes of obituaries in the paper. It is just full of the usual household goods, so I worry more of restless vandals.
Nothing is any better.
I did take a nap on his bed. It comforted me for a bit, but later I learned that very room was making my older brother uncomfortable just standing in its doorway.
Everyone really does deal with things in their own way.
I miss my Daddy being in his house.


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