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Rick called me while I was putting up the BFAC auctions (some really great stuff up today, bids already!) and said Dad had died in his sleep this morning, with a little help from morphine. Neither of us sounded very upset. Rick said there would be a funeral in a funeral home (not a church?) in about a week and then interment at Arlington National in a few weeks (they have a waiting list). I told him I wasn't going to the funeral, which he expected, but I might find a way to go to the interment. I haven't seen Mother's part of the headstone since I've been sick because their grave is on a steep grassy hill. Early in his marriage with Sue, they decided that Dad would be buried with Mother and Sue in a family plot that was set aside.
I mostly feel released. I'm sure it's too early to know all the feelings, but will it be that easy? He's gone and I don't have to fight against him again?