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Strangely enough, I'm doing okay. Didn't really cry at all yesterday, or today. I'm not sure if it's shock or acceptance -- it's not like this was particularly unexpected, and I think sitting with Dad for the handful of hours it took before paperwork was squared away and the coroner signed off to the funeral home was helpful, in its own way. We got to see him one last time, and he looked at peace. Given what could have been, it wasn't even that messy, either. ( Squeamish details )

It's weird -- I can talk about it all right, and I'm not breaking down into tears much (Mom isn't, either), but when other people start to get misty-eyed, then it hits me again. I don't know what that is, or what it means. I think Friday is going to suck a lot, and then we'll be back at the strange level of blankness like the last 2 days have been.

Oh, before I forget --

This is what we have planned for now:
Pacific Park Memorial
2:30 Friday, September 10, 2004
In the chapel

Reception afterwards at the house.

I'll email the address, etc. out later and post it here. I don't know if you RSVP for these things, but it's probably a good idea to know how many to expect at the house.

I also need to remember to make curry tomorrow night, so Mom has something for everyone on Wednesday, and I'll have to notify my professors for my Friday classes that I won't be there. Hopefully, someone can take notes for me. Missing the first day isn't so bad, but after that, there's way more content and higher expectations. >:[

Hi again.

I just wanted to say that I appreciate deeply all the sympathy and support y'all have shown me in comments, calls, etc., and I don't think I could have stayed so sane these last few days without that. So thank you. I don't think I can express my gratitude enough. It really means a lot to me to know there are folks I've never even met who are willing to go out of their way to show me kindness. So thank you again.