I think all of us are suffering from exhaustion - not only from the stress, but it feels like there's always something to do. Sleep is tough to get. But through it all we remain on track. Pretty much everything is done, and with my brother coming into town yesterday, we're now all here. All hands are on deck.
People have been amazing. Food, calls, hugs, cards. It means so much to us to look around and see something (be it a card, plant, or some amazing roast beef) to remind us that people are thinking of us, praying for us, and that they care.
We meet with the priest today to finalize the ceremony. Beyond that, it is pretty much done. I'm proud of what we've pulled together, and feel dad would have loved it.
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