I'm late to this MV, but my deepest condolences on your family's loss. I'll keep a good thought for you all.
BTW, Great Story above ^^
Thank you. I do have to say that when I told this to one of my friends he said that if we ever pull something like that on him, he's gonna shoot us in real life. Gotta pick your targets I guess.
Anyway, Dad always wanted us to carve our own path, so the day I troll someone this hard, it will be a different scheme.
I'm late too. Sorry to hear about your dad, MV.
Thank you.
Late too; my condolences MV, your posting here brings me great joy and it was tough to read about what you've been going through, though that story about the game definitely put a smile on my face. Stay strong and get your vengeance, my friend.
Thank you. The only Vengeance there is for me is getting everyone I love vaccinated and gutting our current government in the next elections this fall. (Not literally... although maybe...)
Late as well, but deeply sorry to hear what happened, my condolences, MV.
Thank you.
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So the funeral's behind us. The number of people inside was limited for obvious reasons. That gives me more appreciation for the people who came because they had to stand outside in shitty weather. Optics related friends, friends from sports (rowing, paintball, golf), friends from The Pub (his core pub was in a smaller town outside the city and these are often an equivalent of community centers, people are tighter there, it's not just drinking), people from the touristic club (something like boy scouts except unisex and without religion), some people I didn't even know.
Songs chosen were one by Nick Cave I didn't know by heart and Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares to You". Held it pretty well during the first one, thinking of all the kinds of different memories. The second one stung more, I was actually the deciding vote on this one and I chose it because it was more personal to him than the other option. U2 which were his favorite band were not chosen because as G put it she would be unable to listen to it for the rest of her life. She's not wrong, but I think it will take time for me to listen to them again even then.
I was one of the people at Grandma's side and I had to hold her hand during the entirety of that one because if I was getting stung for her it was emotional stabbing. Dad died almost at the same age as Grandpa.
Afterward we drove with Grandma and Dad's friend (Knew each other since secondary school, best man at the second wedding, not sure who was the best man when he married Mom) to a place called Kolumbárium which is a Hussite institution that holds urns, family urns from Dad's side, then drove Grandma home because she really needed a bath and then bed.
Then he dropped me at Dad's place because I wanted to spend a couple of moments with sis and G. Ended up being more than couple, because sis made me scrambled eggs (which was great because I wasn't able to eat breakfast in the morning) and they opened a bottle of Lagavulin with her fiancé. We downed like 80% between us two. Sis needed to sleep as well.
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Life... life needs to go on.