Good morning all, didn't do a post yesterday as before I got around to it my brother had arrived to pick me up and take me over to mum's to meet the funeral people at midday.
So this morning I am writing a post first up before reading other blogs. I am just going to type and let my feelings out.
I spent most of Monday going through photos of dad and adding them to a flash drive for the funeral, my sister in-law is going to sort them out and find music to go with them, ready for the funeral. My sister in-law is also going to arrange the service booklets for the funeral.
I know dad is dead but I don't feel like he is, it doesn't feel real some how. Last night as I was saying goodbye to mum I started to say give my love to dad because for years that has been the last thing I have said to mum.
I have decided to read the letter I wrote to dad at the funeral and then have it buried with him.
Mum & Dawson decided to clean off the little table dad used to store stuff into a large plastic container, this upset my sister Sandy but it was something mum wanted to. I have no problem with her doing that if that is what she needs to do.
Mum was a little upset that my sisters tossed out dad's pillow and the bedding off her bed, they did that because of the smell of decomp, they felt it was the easiest and best thing to do.
My sister Sue replaced the comforter with a really nice green one.