Well, as luck would have it, when my mom called the funeral home to ask about visitation hours she learned the services had already happened, at 3 this afternoon.
So we went to dinner and picked up a sympathy card on the way back. Would have been nice of my father to have left a voicemail telling me that, but those are the breaks.
Then when I came home I got a reply to an email I sent before I left work this afternoon... I had a feeling it would say what it said, but still...
Ever feel like you want to just run away and never come back?
Maybe I ought to go to the bar thread...