Wayfaring Stranger

I am technically working today, which has been the case 99% of the day with a few distractions and tears as I prepare to leave tomorrow for my father's service. There have been countless supportive calls and e-mails. It is still hard to predict where I will be when I come back home Friday morning and not have someone to worry about halfway across the country.

Yesterday I posted the music and photo montage for the memorial service on Thursday. I've written the obituary and now have the hard job of writing the eulogy. With my mom, it flowed out instantly. I think this one will be harder. I want it to get to the heart of who he was without being maudlin.