The viewing was lovely. I sang my lullaby into my father's ear just before the closed his coffin.
Lay your head down, go to sleep, close your eyes and still your feet. Lay your head down, dreams will come. Lay your head down now. Touch your hair and kiss your face, smooth the covers into place, turn the light down, whisper low, now to sleep, pleasant dreams, my love. Lay your head down, go to sleep, close your eyes and still your feet. Lay your head down, dreams will come. Lay your head down now.
The funeral Director and his wife and daughter are friends with two of my sister in laws. Palmetto is or was a small town where everyone knew each other. The people born here who stayed here, still do. And they do for each other. Bekka decorated, made pins for us to wear, printed out obits and customized that evening for the family. They went above and beyond, but that is how people here are like. It is still special and wonderful. It still fills my heart to see people who came right after work, just to hug me and give me a kind word. People I have known my whole life came to make sure I was OK. And I am. I miss my Dad. I miss him a lot. But I also understand how lonely he was. Not because we were not here for him. We were. But his mind no longer understood. He was in pain. Severe debilitating pain. He was loosing himself, and that was the hardest part. To watch someone who has been your rock, your best friend for most of your life fall apart and get lost, that is so much more painful then to see them laying in a casket with peace all around him. All of his children and grandchildren and great grandchildren were there. All 23 of us. Four short of a gaggle. Family joke.
Here is a photo of all of us. Dad is in the photo also, we took the picture of all of us standing in front of the casket.