Hello again friends. It's been quite the week. Thank you all for your condolences and posts and messages. I apologize for not responding to any yet, but I will hopefully catch up in the next week.
First off, I am very happy and grateful to hear that LJ and Lily are coming home (or probably already are home by now

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DH has been at his mother's house most of the week, along with his brother and sister. My FIL's visitation was on Wednesday evening. It's very sad how we have to do it now with COVID - guests aren't even allowed into the room. They have it roped off so they can maybe step in a foot or two and there's a sign up to please refrain from approaching anyone. Of course, we pretty much ignored that and Mom was hugging MANY people over the rope! We, the family, went early so we could go up to Dad and then compose ourselves, plus we thought Josh could see him (if he wanted to) and give him the picture he drew "for Granpa to take to Heaven." The lady at the funeral home pinned it to the lid of Dad's casket and many people commented on it...
(That's a bag of State Line potato chips on the left; on the right is a 1982 penny, an apple slice, and a can of Moxie soda

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My mother had come with us, with the intention of taking Josh home before everyone started to arrive, but surprisingly, Josh wanted to stay. We kept asking Josh if he wanted to go home and he refused, so after about 45 minutes, we sent my mom home and Josh stayed with us the entire time! He truly surprises me sometimes. Very quiet, but he did talk to people - one of the cousins commented that he looks like his Daddy and he said, "I actually look a lot like Granpa, too." He wouldn't go up to the casket but I did see him staring at Granpa quite a bit. I hope that doesn't bother him in a few days/weeks/months.
I have to say, I did like his casket. A nice simple deep grey-blue with silver handles. Very tasteful and the color was gorgeous. And DH had remembered that they still had the ashes of their last dog in the house, never did anything with them. Dad loved that dog, so they took the urn to the funeral home and had him put in with Dad. So it's a comfort knowing that Dad has his dog and Josh's "I love you!" with him.
We had to get up early yesterday morning and go to the house, where the limos (that Mom insisted upon) were picking us up. Josh stayed home with my mother to do school. When we arrived, I saw a cardinal in the bush next to the garage and I was just stunned by that. I've often heard of the legend of the cardinal, but I had never had it happen to me and I've never seen a cardinal at their house before. It flew away before I could get a photo, but I'm a believer and there is no way that was a coincidence.
So the limos came and we went to the funeral home for the procession. Thankfully only 4 cars total, as we had to go all through the town and on the highway. It actually took quite a while to get to the cemetery. I think we were all disappointed when we arrived at the cemetery chapel to see nine chairs all spaced 6 ft. apart. We couldn't even sit together! I sent DH up to sit "next to" his mother and brother and sister. Dad got full military honors, as he was an Army veteran, so for once I did get to see the flag folding and presentation (my grandfather, a WWII Marine, didn't have a service, so the VA just sent his flag to my grandmother). When they play Taps, though...OMG, that just gets me. And at the end, the "cemetery man" told us we could start at the back, go up to pay our respects, and go out the side door. My SIL and nieces and I all just looked at each other, then I stood up and motioned to them to come with me. I didn't want to go up alone! We just stood there and cried for a minute, I said "I love you, Dad," and we went out to wait for everyone else. We were all glad in the end that we had the limos; it was nice to have someone else drive and not have to worry about it in the state that we were all in. I think Josh could have gone to the service, though. I think he would have liked to see the soldiers.
So we just spent the rest of the day at the house...we did tell a lot of stories about Dad. He was truly funny and we are all going to have some wonderful memories of him. There is definitely an emptiness, though. We keep expecting him to come inspect something DH and BIL are trying to put together for him, or something that they're fixing. Or to see him sitting on the sofa, watching a Western and drinking a can of Diet Moxie. This is going to be very weird. I'm even feeling this one very hard (trying to step back, though, for the actual immediate family). One thing we want to do is get a big bag of State Line potato chips and some Moxie soda, and have a toast to him. A wonderful, warm, beloved man. I already miss him terribly.
