It was a loooong and emotional day to be sure…but it was good. It was healthy. We grieved. We celebrated. We were extremely proud of Owen as he read one of my dad’s poems at the service. We visited with family. We heard some good stories. We got hugs. We ate cookies (y’all know my dad was a cookie fiend!). And we laughed.
And then my stepmom and I had a Thimbleberry margarita after everyone left.
And then the kids went kayaking and I took photos and just enjoyed the perfect weather sitting on the dock with my feet in the water.
It was hard, but we did it.
