Yesterday was as emotionally and physically draining as I anticipated. I am waking this morning with a heavy heart but also happy for closure. Perhaps closure is the incorrect word though, because what I am happy about is the fact that my Dad is finally at peace. I know that he would have hated lying around unburied for over a week!
Robby accompanied us to the funeral, which was his choice. He was my stoic little man, covering me with hugs and kisses whenever I appeared sad. Needless to say, I was hugged a lot. He opted to avoid the interment service, which was a relief. I knew that watching his beloved Candy Papaw lowered into the ground would have become a source for nightmares.
I was away from my computer most of yesterday, which means that I have a lot of work waiting for me. I am going to be busy, which might be a good thing. As long as I'm working I can avoid thinking about the death of my Dad. Again, avoidance is becoming my preferred coping mechanism.