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.

Glad to brew an occasional beer for the upcoming nuptials of my good friends @howeashley and @twisterghost, a moment of brightness in the midst of the grief from losing my dad last week.

Taking comfort in my personal Friday traditions. Lunch at @DenizensBrewing, today with a super nostalgic 80s playlist. Then @saintsrowbeer on the way home tonight.

Yeah, in retrospect, probably should have listened to that instinct to spend the rest of the day after lunch working from outside the office.