Spent a very tender day with the family - morning in the Columbia River temple with John and Karen, a nice lunch at Sterling's in Richland with them, Neenaw, BC and Ernie, then visited my dad at the funeral home.
He looked so weird. I made sure to take a good look at his hands to make sure it was really him. Everything still feels so unreal. His face was almost unrecognizable, but his hands looked the same. His left middle finger was still broken. I touched his hands and face and hair and shoulders. It's still just so surreal that he is gone. Even standing there looking at his body, it's completely hard to believe.
Uncle John dressed Dad in his burial clothes. Beyond just looking terrible and dead, he looked very nice. I feel for Uncle John - what a terrible thing to have to do.