Flaming the Bear

It's been a tough week that started last Tuesday. Everything came to a screaming halt with a dreaded phone call from mom @ 8:00 a.m. From mom's voice I knew things were going to change forever and they did. Dad passed away in the night and some of the longest toughest day's of my life were about to begin. It's been a marathon ever since the phone call, and I think I got about 4 or 5 hours sleep in the first days leading up to the services on Friday and memorial service and internment on Saturday. The planning and the work have been unbelievable and somewhere during this we have to find time to mourn and move on. It's been tough - writing the words of remembrance was very challenging and my greatest fear was that we would miss somebody and sure enough we did, my brother in law who's been an integral part of the family for so long I can't even remember what it was without him in the picture got missed. Over looked or whatever, I'm not sure how it was even possible, but it seemed like there were words for everyone - yet at that critical time, words for Brad were missed. It makes a person wonder if it's a wise thing to even mention peoples names when doing these sorts of things. Mention one, then mention all. Maybe it's better just to mention no one and slight everyone.