It's true we weren't close and that we didn't really get along that well, but he was my father so there's nothing good about it. Unfortunately we didn't make our peace before he died. I wanted to over Christmas but it seemed like he didn't want me to come down there, so I didn't. In any event I've learned a lot about him from my step-mother during all of this, and I think I have made my peace now.
I woke up this morning feeling much better than I was when I wrote last night. Getting out of here was no problem. It was not forecast but the snow actually reached all the way up here to Dallas but the drive didn't get sporty until about half way through. At that point most of the traffic was in the ditch, clearing the way for me. I made pretty good time, considering, and got there several hours early.
The funeral was nice. Normally the sermon or whatever you call it at these things don't really fit the person, but in this case it did and that actually did a lot for me. And even though I was surrounded by strangers all day long, they were very friendly and I didn't really feel I was amongst strangers.
I am sad but I also feel like a huge weight has been lifted.