But seriously Dad stopped talking to me and I followed suit. That was about 2 years ago. I missed him at first and worried about missing out on what little time he had left.

I eventually realized that I was missing something that no longer existed. My Dad either never was what I thought or became something I didn’t want in my life.

So I buried him. This way I can preserve what good memories I had and learn to live life without that relationship.

Make Thanksgiving seance themed!

I he’d a funeral for the one that went MAGA in my mind. I gave a great eulogy. All my favorite food was served at the meal following the wake. Easily in my top 10 funerals.