Thank you everybody, once again. I cannot tell right now if what I am feeling is peace, or just another round of numbness before the tears hit once more. Tomorrow morning is the funeral. I made the music for the service and I tried to pick only songs I know for a fact he liked. It's going to be rough. None of my family really gets along with each other either, so I worry too about the proverbial mud-slinging that could go on. Regardless, I really need this feeling of strength to stick around for tomorrow, as I'm going to be dealing with a lot.
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"Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted."
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