I wish I had talked to him more Friday night instead of going to bed.
I'm not as upset as I should be. I feel mostly empty. That, and I want to be at home with Shannon. I don't want to have to deal with anything right now, but I have to make all the funeral arrangements and figure out what to do with all my dad's stuff. He owns two houses full of stuff, and I guess I have to go through it all to decide what to keep and what to get rid of. The "stuff" question is overwhelming. How am I going to go through all this stuff? It'll take days! And all I want to do is go home.
Two of my dad's friends -- Ken and Donna -- are here. They've been taking care of him for the past two months, and they're great people. They're going to help me go through the houses and sort things, but I still don't know how long it will take.
I also don't know when the funeral is going to be. He's being cremated, and we don't know when we'll have his remains, so I can't organize the funeral yet. I've been on the phone all day with the Veterans Administration, the coroner, and people who need to be informed.
I don't know what to say. I didn't know my dad all that well, but I did love him. I wish I could do Friday night over again.