Day 118 -- A Day of Firsts and Lasts

Today we went to see Dad at the funeral home, and he looked so at peace and so much more like himself than during his last days at home.  He had on a blue Western shirt, Wrangler cowboy cut jeans and his belt just as we are used to seeing him.  This was a last goodbye as Mother wanted a closed casket.  We know where he is and that he has eternal life, but as humans we still yearn for the temporal body that we have known and loved.