Well I went to the "viewing" today. I finally saw my dad. He looked weird, the embalming made his face look so fat and poofy and they had plastic under his clothes, so anytime anyone touched him you could hear it.
My mom made sure he was wearing his favorite clothes, though as taboo as it might sound. He'll be buried in his favorite clothes (a cotton t-shirt & Jeans). He had bruises all over his face and hands from the EMTs that I am sure would have been worse without the make-up caking.
I checked out his bald spot out of curiosity to see what the "true" colouring was, it's the whitest I'd seen any part of him.
I put one of my son's toys in, and my brother put some momentos in.
Freaky thing happened though. We were talking in the front pew on the right about silly, fun, and just memories of my dad and other family members when out of nowhere a candle that was by his head went flying and landed by the front pew on the left...... the casket was 6+ feet away. It freaked us out completely.
Though I am sure my dad is pissing himself laughing where ever he ended up. He had that kind of wry humour.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
He gets buried tomorrow, there is going to be a ton of people there tomorrow -- my anxiety is going to be out there.
Weird thing is, most people when at a furneral their bodies (the dead i mean) have a pout/frown... my dad had a wry grin, like he knew something we didn't and his last little thing to give us was that wry grin...
I got a headache....
My mom made sure he was wearing his favorite clothes, though as taboo as it might sound. He'll be buried in his favorite clothes (a cotton t-shirt & Jeans). He had bruises all over his face and hands from the EMTs that I am sure would have been worse without the make-up caking.
I checked out his bald spot out of curiosity to see what the "true" colouring was, it's the whitest I'd seen any part of him.
I put one of my son's toys in, and my brother put some momentos in.
Freaky thing happened though. We were talking in the front pew on the right about silly, fun, and just memories of my dad and other family members when out of nowhere a candle that was by his head went flying and landed by the front pew on the left...... the casket was 6+ feet away. It freaked us out completely.
Though I am sure my dad is pissing himself laughing where ever he ended up. He had that kind of wry humour.
He gets buried tomorrow, there is going to be a ton of people there tomorrow -- my anxiety is going to be out there.
Weird thing is, most people when at a furneral their bodies (the dead i mean) have a pout/frown... my dad had a wry grin, like he knew something we didn't and his last little thing to give us was that wry grin...
I got a headache....