In good hands

My way of dealing with my fathers death is by remembering him everyday and trying to live by his example. But sometimes life gets the better of me when I see or hear things that don't seem right to me - I have to remember that it's not worth getting upset about, not worth worrying about because in the long run I only have myself to rely on. I was once told by my mother to worry about myself and everything else will fall into place. I have to rely on my mother's wisdome and sense...

Uncle Sonny passed away and it through me for a loop when I found out yesterday. He was a kind man, a funny one too. He was the life of the party in my eyes. I always enjoyed being around him because as a kid he made me laugh. He also had the bluest eyes i've ever seen or looked into. I will remember him fondly. And take comfort that dad has his buddy with him. Dad has quite a few friends and family surrounding him up there and knowing that makes me smile in a weird kind of way. Dad's probably sitting at the 'heavenly bar and grill' with Uncle Sonny, Grandma, my grandfater Dick, Pap, Aunt Paul, daddy Pete, Paul Marie, Peter, Mary and Al, not to mention scores of his other friends that have passed on. I can only imagine the talk, the party, the music... Love em all. It also comforts me to know that they are all watching over us, meaning my family and I.

I will take my father down to NS and bury him with Aunt Margaret with the least possible amount of problems. If it's just me and dad that's it, then that's it! No questions asked. No qualms and definitly no bullshit. That said... I can sleep at night.