The good

Ya know, funerals are funny things. Everyone is supposed to be sad. When you're my dad and 82 and lived a good life it's a time to remember and reflect in my book. There was a distinct absence at the house without Dad there. That was sad. However, I also got to see a lot of people that I haven't seen in a very long time. That was nice. Like these guys:

These are my brothers. Many of you know Ben and Scott. My mom and dad were married for 42 years and had the three of us kids. However, my dad was married before that and has other sons. Jeff, Greg and Tim were at the memorial service, after party and graveside service. It just felt right having them there too. I think the last time I saw Jeff was middle school and Greg was 9th grade. I saw Tim in high school a few times. It was wonderful to catch up and get to know them a little bit. It was also strange to see my dad's eyes on Jeff, to see his swagger in Greg and to see his smile on Tim. We are all truly his kids.

Dad was on the Iroquois school board when I was in high school. As a remembrance to him the school flew the mourning flag and the US flag at half mast for a few days. It was a really sweet way to honor his memory in my opinion.