First of all, I want to thank each and everyone of you for the very kind words, prayers and wishes on the other thread. They meant a great deal to me and my family. The funeral and visitation was beautiful. My Dad was Catholic so his funeral was held at a Catholic church. My boys had never been in one so they were a bit in awe but did wonderfully. All of my father's brothers except the youngest who is in an institution where able to come down as was one of my cousins. It was very good to see them. The 6 oldest grandsons were pallbearers. My three and my step-mom's three. I saw so many people I havent seen in years...and yes one person did have to mention how I was a "wild child" as a teen...lol. Ya just cant live some things down. Cory got to meet the Uncle he was named after and both of them were very pleased to meet each other. Now my Uncles all want my boys to come up and see them...lol. Everyone kept looking at one of the pictures of my Dad as a young Marine and being very shocked at how much he looked like Cory...and really...now that you look at them side by side...they do look alike at that age! Who would have thunk it! Maybe there is hope for him yet. I had to do one of the eulogies and boy was that hard. I am going to type it out and post it here but not today. Im too beat tonight. Everyone said I did an amazing job and Dad would have been very proud of me. I hope so. I think so. I tried hard. Overall, I think things went as well as could be expected. Cory was a bit...okay alot...out of control because of grief. His bipolar really broke through and being unmedicated he became belligerent and angry towards us while up at Jamie's. I think he just didnt know how to handle his emotions so they came out as anger. Once he finally exploded and cried, he got better. I havent sat down and cried yet. As my step-mom said...we shall do that tomorrow...or tomorrow. I think when it gets quiet and I finally start thinking...or the holidays come...or those days when I normally hear from him...or I want to call and tell him something...then its gonna really hit me hard. I already cant look at birthday cards, knowing I wont get another one...or mothers day cards. I have finally decided how I am going to tell Keyana since we didnt take her with us. I am going to tell her that Grandfather died and went to heaven but he will always be watching down on her, loving her and if she ever wants to talk to him she can look up in the sky and see the brightest star and that will be him. Also when snow falls, that is him sending her little kisses.