We had a second service for my father's actual burial this past weekend. Lot of family who hadn't made it to the memorial service, a lot going on, a lot old ghosts -- good and bad. My wife keeps asking me how I'm feeling about this, and in the moment I'd have to say that I wasn't feeling much about it at all. I was just busy trying to make sure everything worked.
Which it did. No major mishaps, no family drama -- that side of the family isn't much for drama anyway -- and even a little time the day before to roam around the mountaintop and do a bit of exploring. (Well, for the kids it was exploring. For us, it was revisiting.) I hadn't expected to put my legs through quite that much exercise, but apparently I'm still up to it. And after things were finished, we were able to go down to our little rental cabin where nobody would bother us, so it was even fairly restful. Secondborn would have liked to a lot more roaming around with a sword, but the schedule simply didn't allow it.
I am frankly amazed that it went as smoothly as it did, and as we were heading down the mountain on the way back what I felt most was a profound sense of relief. It's done now. It went well. It's over.
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