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When somebody dies...

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In all fairness, I warned you last week: I am still measuring time like this. Tonight it'll be two weeks since my dad passed away.  There are aspects of it that feel like it happened yesterday.  But, for me at least, it seems like it happened a long time ago.  I'm not sure why.  I still think about him every day, and think about the circumstances surrounding his death, and think about the days before his funeral, as well as the day of and the days after...

I don't think I'd be out of line if I told you that my brother, my sisters, and I continue to be overwhelmed by the demonstrations of love and support that have come from every relative, friend, and acquaintance.  There must be something about when somebody dies that causes people to be on their very best, sweetest behavior.  Cards, calls, Facebook messages have all been so kind. A hug and a soft "I was sorry to hear about your dad" - everything and everyone.  Please don't ever feel awkward in approach…

Ray Von Bobo

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I've been thinking about this all day.  Sometime tonight, around 11:15, it will have been one week since my dad took his last breath.  I have a feeling that this will be how I measure time for a while: It's been one week.


The next day, my brother and my sisters and I met his wife, Marilyn, at the funeral home to make arrangements. She wanted us there. She wanted us to have input and to be a part of the decision making regarding how our dad would be remembered.  Part of the process was providing the funeral director with information  about our dad that would become the obituary for the local papers and websites.


The funeral director was kind and compassionate. But once we had given the information to him, my sister Sheila was disappointed and a little upset.  We had reduced our dad to the dates that he was alive, his occupation, and who his relatives were. It was like Dragnet when Sgt. Joe Friday used to say, "Just the facts, ma'am." And all of us at the table at …