Today we all go to see Dad’s tombstone erected.

We are leaving Tampa at 6 am to drive to Bushnell for the placement of Dad’s grave marker but are going to have Family Breakfast at the Cracker Barrel at I-75 and 301.  From there Mom and maybe Chuck’s whole family, are headed to the mountains in N.C. to watch the leaves turn.  This was the family vacation they were all headed out to on August 6th when Dad had his final ambulance ride to the hospital.

 

I think he didn’t want to go.  We both are workaholics and just go stir crazy.  My mother is an extremely hard worker, but she can relax, and I’m glad she’s going to get some time to do that.  I’m sorry he wasn’t there for her in that way.  She loves to travel.  He hated it.

 

We still have to decide on how to memorialize him at the sanctuary.  I think everyone wants a plaque with his picture on it.  I think I’ll die a little inside, every time I see it, but I don’t want to keep them from having what they want.  We all feel and express love in different ways.  I can’t stop crying.  I feel him all around me.  I see him in every cage, every spigot, every blade of grass, but it causes me to ache.  I don’t know why.