Hi, everybody. I've been coming by almost every day to read your posts, and I thank you so much for the strength they've given me. You have comforted me, and you have honored my father, and I love each of you for that.
We had the wake last night, and the funeral this afternoon. Papa rests now under a big wide sky on a high hillside, overlooking the beautiful American flag that flies at half-staff above the Dallas-Fort Worth National Cemetery. It's a special cemetery for military veterans and their spouses, like the one at Arlington, Virginia.
I'm so tired now... we all are, not only physically spent, but also emotionally exhausted... but when I can get my wits about me again, I want to share some of the past several days with you. They say it always hurts to grow, and we have certainly hurt a lot, but we've grown, too... within ourselves, and in the bonds among us.
I truly never thought I could survive the loss of someone I loved this much. I've dreaded it all my life. But now the worst has happened -- and I'm still here, and I still have Papa in my heart, and I am still the person he helped me to become.
So I think we're going to be all right... and I'm so grateful to all of you for helping me get through to this point.