It has been two weeks since dad passed away. It still feels like a dream - or more so a nightmare. The feeling of his absence grows each day that passes without him. Time at this point is not making it easier...just more noticeable. No more denying that I won't see him again... The funeral/requiem mass was last week. It seems all our prayers were answered as the heavens stopped crying and the weather cleared for the day dad was put to rest. The send off was beautiful. I was so overwhelmed and touched to see so many people come to pay their respects to dad - even though for some it may have been many years in between meeting. I had actually been dreading the funeral. I felt an expectation to say goodbye and I was not ready for that. But the mass itself was rather comforting and am so grateful for everyone's love and support.