Today we buried my fathers ashes under the Japanese maple in the island of our pond. A year ago he died of a brain tumor which he had become aware of three weeks prior.
I have had a good year despite missing my father like crazy, but today was the toughest day so far. It was like having him die all over again, flowers arriving, an abundance of family and friends popping in to offer their condolences. It's nice to know how many people keep us in their thoughts as I've been overwhelmed at the amount of people who have let me and my family know that they are thinking of us today because they remember today was the day that we lost the most magnificant man we have known.