Daddy's visitation...

I'm typing this instead of sleeping, but I'm hoping it will allow me to clear my thoughts and let me finally be able to get a few hours of rest. I've gotten about five hours of sleep since Thursday night so I'm overdue some shuteye. 

Visitation was hard tonight, but it was great to see so many people come out and pay their respects to Daddy. There were a few people there I didn't know... some who knew Daddy when he was young and others who were members of the church where he was baptized.

Pat and I went to the funeral home right after our trip to Atlanta and saw Daddy... it was one of the hardest things I've had to do. He looked good, but he didn't look like my Daddy... I guess there was no way he could.

I can't tell you how blessed I was to have Pat here with me... I don't think I could have made it without him here as he has held me when I needed to be held and listened to me ramble on from lack of sleep and clarity.

I watched my brother, Gene, and his girlfriend, Cynthia, and sister, Shannon, and her husband, James, and I know the comfort that comes from having someone who loves you there when you need them the most.

But I especially saw all the people that came to be here for my Mama and Lynn... family on both sides from afar, friends from work and even some of the ladies that lived in the apartment complex and were Daddy's chatting buddies... they came to be there for Mama and Lynn when they needed them.

I'm not saying we weren't all glad to see the two hours pass by... I don't know who got to their cars the quickest.

Tomorrow will be just as hard, but it's the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. I miss Daddy already, but I'm glad he's no longer suffering and is in a better place.

I'll keep you posted.