On Death

On Monday morning I had to call my daughter in Korea and inform her that her beloved Grandfather, my Dad, had died in his sleep at the age of 88.  His funeral was this afternoon  and a friend of my niece set up her new I Phone to skype my daughter so that she could hear the service.  Alex called tonight to see how I was doing.  She had thought she'd find the funeral depressing, but it was exactly the opposite, It gave us  a wonderful sense of my Dad's life and who he was to his family.  She got to hear her brother and cousin talking about their grandfather and her own words that she had published on her blog this morning read by the rabbi.  A good funeral can actually make you feel better.    We got to remember all the corny jokes my Dad was known for (well not all of them, because there were so many) and to remember the wonderful, loving man he was.  It's good to remember all the good things and with my Dad, there were a lot of good things.  My sisters and our husbands are traveling  down to Florida tomorrow to bury my Dad next to my Mom to whom he had been married for almost 50 years.