I think I'm more concerned about my father than anything else because I know how I would feel if it were one of my parents. I suppose that is true depending on what you believe. Not that I don't, but I think I'm floating somewhere in between. Part of me wants to believe I will see my family again in the after-life, but I will never know until my time comes. I know ultimately only I can decide what to believe, but I have such a hard time figuring it out for myself.
Death always seems to make it more complicated.
On a brighter note, Debbie had a wonderful birthday yesterday. I took the day off to spend it with her. Every time I take a day off, I always feel like I'm playing hooky. I gave her a few things that she wanted, took her out to lunch, and then went back to her house to celebrate with her family. We also went to the animal shelter and checked out the dogs and cats.