the bells tolled

Went to the funeral mass for Tony's Dad.

There were lots of RASC Toronto Centre members there.

But not Katrina. Sadly, she had just received word, from the other side of the planet, that her Dad had just died, on the eve of heart surgery.

After the mass, we spilled out onto the sidewalk and parking lot. I saw Diane, tears in her eyes, some I'm sure for her recent loss, as she embraced Grace, who's Dad passed only a month early.

And I lost it. This upswelling burst out of me. It surprised me. Crushing in. Overwhelmed me.

So empty.

I miss you Dad!

13 years, 1 month, 1 day.

Tony came over and when he saw me we both sobbed.