Well, my parents left about a half hour ago.
The decision was made last night... I stayed. My dad expressed his concern, too, and Hubby also made it clear, he thought it was too much for me. Suffice it to say, things have not been that great for me physically, it is hard to argue that I can handle it all.
So, I did not go to Uncle Larry's service.
Uncle Larry was all about the living, and as my dad pointed out, and he wouldn't have gone to his own wake, were that an option.
However, I am still feeling really sad, and like I should be doing something.
Oh, I have plenty to do, laundry and packing... so while I do it, I am going to think about Uncle Larry and all the fun he is having on the Other Side, riding his hog, cigarette in his mouth, scotch in his hand, girl in the other, and another girl on the back of the bike.
ps. Uncle Larry loved the color burgundy... :-)