it weird that I'm posting about the 'after party' of my dad's funeral?
Maybe. Maybe not. To me, it's not weird. It was this beautiful time of
remembering & celebrating his life. There's things we do, ways we
celebrate, that seem so 'daddy' to me. Anytime BBQ, music, a bon-fire or
some form of outdoors is involved, it feels right. It feels like he's
there. The 'party' we had after his funeral at Reverend Jim's Dam Pub,
felt right, it was him. It was so him, I think we all kept looking back,
expecting him to be there, or doing double takes at guys with similar
I wish I had more photos. I wish I had photos filled with all the
people there that loved him. I wish I had photos of everything but you know, it's a funeral, and that's not really what you're thinking about. Today marks the one year anniversary of my dad's passing. We spent some time today spreading his ashes into the lake. It was hard. We miss him dearly. But it was good to remember him all together & be together. Thankful for that.