Over the river and through the woods.

So we buried Papa. It was more difficult than I thought it would be. I haven't lost a family member before, and it was hard to have known someone my whole life and see them go down into the ground, never to return. My sister and I kept looking at his dead body at the viewing... waiting for him to take a breath or open his eyes and make some funny comment. Just a weird, weird feeling to understand that someone is GONE...for good.
I had a hard time going to his house without him there. I kept thinking over the weekend, that man, Papa would sure love to be here...he would have enjoyed all the family, at once, crammed into his little apartment. He would have liked seeing the little guys running around. He would have loved having us visit...something I didn't do enough.
And so he's gone. It was hard, but I was so glad that I was able to go and get some closure in it all. I look forward to seeing him again, and I'm so glad he's not struggling with his health anymore.
I ended up going down with Greg and Shea, while the older boys stayed with grandma and grandpa. Shea did great, his antibiotics kicked in and he slept like a log all 3 nights and rarely coughed at all. I am so relieved that he is on the up and up. Greg left right after the funeral to join his brother in celebrating his 30th birthday party, so Shea and I were on our own. He was a little high maintenance, but at least he wasn't hacking and feverish and we just took it easy and hung out with the fam.

(Here we are standing in the tub at the place we stayed at...cuz we're cool like that.)

We drove home this morning, and now we're back to the daily grind. I hope this week is uneventful! Thanks for all who have been thinking and praying for us.

The boys, reunited at last.