Dads funeral went well. Tate and I got to the church about 30 min early. I saw dad in the casket for the first time. It was horrible. Everyone else told me he looked good. He didnt. His hair was wrong. He had makeup on (obviously) but my dad doesn't wear make up so it looked all wrong. I couldn't handle it. Hurried outside. Stood behind one of the pillars and cried.
There was a huge turn out for the viewing. Huge. It was supposed to end at 11:30. But at that time there was still 100+ people waiting in line. If I had to hug another person I didn't know, or have to smell another mans stuffy suit, or have another person tell me there is no way I could have just had a baby, I was going to snap.
The funeral service was really sweet. I felt pretty good about my talk. I felt like I got to say what I needed to and made it through without crying. After hearing my talk Tate's dad told Lerae (she wasn't there cause she had the kids) that a general authority couldn't have done better. Not really sure what that means because I didn't talk about church stuff, but I'll take it.
It hasn't sunk in yet that he is gone. I still pick up my phone to text him. I think it will hit me one day and I will have a mini break down.
I hate feeling.
On a different note... I have decided the next time I'm in Vegas I'm getting another tattoo.
10:46 p.m. - 2013-06-24
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