It was a hard week this past week

My little sisters father died at the age of 63. He just turned 63 10 days prior. He was like a father to me growing up. The funeral was on Monday. I am still tired from crying so much. But I know he is not suffering anymore.
Keith done many things wrong in his life, but he also done many good things.
One short note

Keith used to always have his handkerchiefs. Well all of us 4 girls wipes our tears away with his handkerchief and laid them in his casket to be buried with him. The picture is of them sitting on the bench we were going to sit at.

This is me and my daughter Julionna putting our Handkerchief in Keith's casket. It was a hard day. One thing I learned from it, is don't take life for granted. I will be contacting my own dad to tell him I love him.