Last night was the funeral service for my dad and I handled things reasonably well. You see, I know in my heart that he is in a much better place, no longer in pain. It is the ones left behind that feel the hurt and sadness, the ones left who wish that had made more time, done more, been there more. I am sad for what I didn't have with my dad and what could have been.

Today we buried him, full military funeral, 21 gun salute and Taps. I and my children were doing fine until the sad, sad sound of Taps was played and then we all fell apart, but we are strong..heck my kids call me Wonder Woman and I can handle anything.

The one good thing that has come from this is that it has brought me much closer to my half brothers (three of them) who I adore and who I vow to spend more time with. My kids will not grow up without their uncles as I had to.

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I like the bed I'm sleeping in, just like me it's broken in; it's not old -- just older.
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans, this skin I'm in it's alright with me; it's not old -- just older.....Bon Jovi