It's the morning of Dad's memorial service. Dad died one week ago today. I'm anxious in anticipation of being overwhelmed by everyone and everything that will happen today. Many of our family arrived from out of town. Yesterday, Mom had Uncle Tante (Dad's brother) try on one of his suit jackets. That unnerved me a bit. It was too small anyway.
The funeral home will deliver Dad's ashes in the urn we chose directly to the church this morning. Not surprising, I have been in event planning mode and anxious about today's details.
I miss Dad.
