These past two weekends have been filled with family, friends, love and stories that will hopefully make me miss my dad a bit less, especially as I finally head home.

Heading home, exhausted. I am still sad though the service helped. And I am grateful for all the love and support from friends and family, especially those able to travel to be with us. As long as we keep sharing his stories, Dad will still be with us.

One of my comforts has been my brother-in-law and now his best friend, both beer people. My own family, wine drinkers to a one. I feel less alien thanks to Jay and Dave.

Given how by mind works, how could I not think of this quote from Benjamin Franklin right now: “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” There is a beer name there, for sure.

I am lifted up briefly by an evening with my brother, sister and her close friends. I can’t help but think fondly of my own friends, back home and scattered throughout the world who have shared their support and care in recent days. Slainte.

Up to this point, I’ve had something to do, needful something’s to focus on so I could travel to be with my family. Now that I am in the train headed to CT for Dad’s service, I am starting to feel overwhelmed.