First off, thanks to everyone who was incredibly kind with their words, thoughts and actions over the last few days. It was very appreciated. The funeral was, as can be imagined, probably one of the hardest days of my life - it's difficult to describe how devastated our family is by the loss. I'm not going to write a big emotional piece about it, because it's family stuff and some things aren't for public dissemination. Not to mention, it's simply too painful. But as with all things, it gets a teeny bit easier with each day.
But I'll try to end things on a lighter note:
This morning my mom left, which is always an incredibly difficult, challenging, teary affair. I love my mom so much, and saying goodbye is simply awful. So there we stand, arms wrapped around each other, kisses on the cheek and forehead. And then, it's time for her to go. I give her one last hug, one last kiss on the cheek, and reach down to pick up her luggage for her...
... and split the crotch of my pants.
I shit you not. I am sitting in my office with a four inch rip going right over my junkular region. If you'll excuse me, I need to go pick up some slacks.
Take care everyone.