![[Apr 2013] My Father’s Funeral](https://wayout.blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/funeral.jpg?w=468&h=308&crop=1)
I faced another hard day today. I went to my father’s ashes in the morning, to the mortician in the city, right next to the hospital he had died in. I was really afraid of the whole experience, but I could be quite stable and calm. I did the paperwork, paid what I had to, sat into my car, and drove home to my mother with my father’s ashes on the back-seat. I was driving alone. I wanted to be alone. I left my girlfriend in the city, and planned to get back for her in the evening.
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![[Mar 2013] The Day my Father Died](https://wayout.blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/dayofdeath.jpg?w=799&h=432&crop=1)
[Mar 2013] The Day my Father Died
After finishing our lunch, we went home with my car, but I asked my brother to drive. I sat to the rear-right seat. I prefer travelling there, especially because I wanted to hide from everything and everybody. I didn’t want to be noticed at all. I asked my mother to wait with all the phone-calls for a while, we could figure out everything at home. She told me that she had already told it to three of her friends. But when? Right away after I called her? Or during they came to the hospital?
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