Trying to get back to normal

Here we are, 3 days after the funeral (which was beautiful) , and we are trying our hardest to get back to normal. Mom is doing well considering and I don't think I really have had the time to really grieve yet since I'm so busy taking care of Mom and the house and my kids and work. Part of me is angry about this and I feel guilty, but I know that is wrong. 

We are very thankful for those that came to the services. It really lets you know who really cares and who your 'true' friends are.  I will be honest here, since what do I have to lose? There were some people that didn't come that should have and it makes me very upset and angry. But, life goes on and I have to focus on my family and healing now.

Today, when we checked the mail, the nicest thing was in there. Yes, there were mass cards and other cards, but there was one card that really stood out and made me smile. It was a card from one of Dad's cousins. It wasn't the card that made me smile, but what he wrote. He shared memories that he had of him and Dad growing up. Of all the stories Mom and Dad have told us all these years, I never heard the stories that he wrote about. It really warmed my heart. Then Mom and I sat on the deck and she shared more stories of the two of them and how they used to live across the street from each other in the garden apartments and such.  I really enjoyed it.  If anyone else has stories they would like to share, it would be awesome to receive them. I really don't have a lot of pictures of Dad when he was young either so if anyone has any, I would for you to send them.

Although time goes on, it seems to be getting harder and harder, but I'm sure eventually it will get easier.  I found a poem that made me cry and seems as though it was written for my Dad. I will leave you with it:

God looked around his garden And He found an empty place. And then He looked down upon the earth,And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you,And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain, He knew that you would never Get well on earth again. He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb, So He closed your weary eyelids, And whispered "Peace be thine." It broke our hearts to lose you. But you didn't go alone, For part of us went with you, The day God called you home.

RIP Dad, we miss you and love you