Today was hard. It was my Dad's memorial.
We (my step-mom, my brother, my stepsister & I) went out on a boat at the lake where he loved to fish & camp at. We each scattered a bit of his ashes and said our goodbye's.
It was one of the first time's I'd been able to truely cry over his death.
After... my brother had an emotional breakdown that resulted in him losing consciousness for a bit. An ambulance ride and a couple hours in the hospital and he's doing ok.
I want my Dad back.