Last Saturday my father-in-law died. I suppose I could say he "passed away" or some such other phrase but I hate that. It's no wonder I get in trouble for being too blunt (rude as some like to call it).
The funeral was beautiful. The hardest part of the three days was explaining to the two-year-old what was happening. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea like Grandpop is 'sleeping' so I tried to be as honest as I could in the simplest (and kindest) words possible. Trying to explain that we would never see him again but that he would be in our hearts and memories forever is what brought me to tears (and still does).
The midget has the longest toes I have ever seen...until I saw Buzzy's feet. He has a deep love for the color orange...just like Buzzy (who's other favorite color is purple!).
I don't know what to say...I have so many thoughts and emotions and can't seem to get them to congeal in any way that makes sense written down.
Sufice it to say, "Buzzy you done good and we will miss you forever."