Woke up around 5:30. We left at 6:30. We got to my eldest brother’s place and got ready. We left and made it to the church at 9:45, I believe. I was tense throughout the whole proceedings in the church. When I passed by the coffin finally, I started to hypoventilate. My mom thought I was having a panic attack. I did not think I was. It was one of those… asthmatic moments.
When calm again, we went to the cemetary. He served in WWII, so there were gun firing and the like. After that we went back to the church and after leaving that we went to my great aunt’s home. We left at 3.
On the trip back my mother and I talked about death, suicide and got a bit philosophical. When we got home we got back to packing and moving things out of the house to the new. This room is empty now minus my computer, some clothes in a suitcase and the bed. there are misc. things, but nothing “worth” mentioning. I’m waiting for my mom to take her shower and then I’ll be taking mine. Sigh… I’m getting off now.