Daddy

My father passed away in the early morning hours of January 14, just hours after my last post. He died in his sleep, completely at peace.
The last week has been a whirlwind of activity. The funeral, however, was beautiful, and exactly what he would have wanted. Traditional Catholic with all the trimmings. The response has been overwhelming.
My cousins came up from Milwaukee, and the night of the wake we gathered afterward at my house to reminisce. My stomach hurt the next day from laughing so hard. It was an appropriate way to honor my father.
The grief is overwhelming, but it comes in waves. I feel as though he is still here with me somehow, watching over me, still guiding me. He was such a wonderful man......if I am half the father he was to me, I'll still be better than most.
Rest in peace, Daddy.