Finally home to sweet arms and faces of love, my Poppy-Dog, and my own bed! Which actually didn’t provide as much rest as you might think, after three weeks in sidebeds, I guess it was just too strange to settle back in. My sweet strong brothers met me with hugs and tears and encouragements of “how strong you’ve been”. I guess since I’d had these last two weeks to brace for the worst, I felt like I was coming home to comfort everyone else when they felt like they’d need to comfort me. I know it will hit me eventually, but right now, I guess I’m just in “git ‘er done” mode. So, we start making arrangements to fly up to Pittsburgh on Friday (per our conversation with the Yuma Mortuary on Tuesday, Dad should be flying up Wednesday night/Thursday morning), we get the rental car situated, start making plans for a Friday afternoon (about 3:00) service. Thursday afternoon, I get a call from Yuma to let me know that Dad will be on the Thursday evening/Friday morning flight, scheduled to arrive in WV about 5:00pm on Friday….uhhh, whoops! So, we had to have a good giggle about Dad almost being late to his own funeral! (And he was always such a punctual guy!) So, re-arrangements were made to fly out Sunday, hold the service on Monday and return on Tuesday. This actually worked out nicely, that we could get an obituary put in the local paper on Sunday and we ended up seeing a couple of Dad’s oldest friends we may not have seen otherwise. We stopped in Morgantown to have lunch at the little pub where my brother’s older son works, enjoy a few minutes with him before heading down the road to arrive in Fairmont, stop by to see Dad’s last living sibling,
our Uncle Jenk (87 years old) and Aunt Freda, visit with them awhile then to our home for the next couple days with long-time family friends Bill and Barb. Between Aunt Freda and Barb, we did NOT go hungry on this trip! ;-)
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