My dad's funeral is on Monday! I don't think I'm going to make it. We had the first viewing of his body yesterday and I completely LOST it. I refused to go into the room for like 20 min and after that I had to have help just walking into it to see him. (Although this was all from hubby because I don't remember a single bit of it.) My father was such a strong, wonderful, Godly man and I miss him so much. My mind isn't letting me remember he is gone. I just keep thinking I will talk to him tomorrow!!! I can't believe I never will. AHHHHH