The funeral is Saturday.

Looking at my original post, it wasn't the worst day of my life, it was sort of the best and worst combined. I got to meet my son that day, it couldn't be the worst day.

This is truly the hardest thing I have ever done or been through, and I thought I had been through a lot.



Long as I remember The rain been coming down.
Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun;
And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.