The funeral

We have said our goodbyes, now it's time to carry the coffin outside. 

goodbye grandma

The funeral was on Friday the 22nd, on Saturday I took D to his dad and in the evening we had a few thunderstorms passing over. When my dad died in August 2002 the sun just kept shining like nothing had happened - now the weather showed more respect, I thought it was approriate with thunder, rain and lightning. I also thought I'd be uncomfortable to be alone at home, but I wasn't. It felt good to light a lot of candles and watch and listen to the storm outside.