Today, we said our final goodbye.
I think the service would have been just what he wanted. Everyone said the obituary (previous post) down to the photo was so him. The wake was small and there wasn't any fuss over him. He was cremated Thursday, and today his ashes were placed in the mausoleum with my Mom. A quick, simple military send off, no church stuff. He was a man of few words and that is what he got - presentation of the flag, taps, and a 21 gun salute.
He was a quiet man and so easy going. I don't recall many times that he ever got angry or yelled at me. Maybe twice and I probably deserved it. He gave me the greatest gift - his time. He always had time for me. He was fun and liked to do kid stuff with me. He was a great Dad and a wonderful Poppi to my girls.
Surprisingly, I am mostly "OK." I don't think the reality has sunk in yet. It's hard to believe he's really gone. There will be sad days ahead, but we will adjust and find a way to be OK.
Veronica is not coping well it seems. Sigh.