Mom coming home.

Tomorrow my Mother will be coming home to the UP with my brother Randy, his wife Lynn, and their daughter Jennie. They will be flying out of Tampa, FL and flying into Houghton Co. Airport. I can't wait to see my mother and give her a huge hug but, also I am sad to think of my Mother coming home... and not seeing my father beside her.

We have lots to do on Saturday, finalizing all the funeral arrangements, flowers, food... clothes to wear.

I woke up this morning in a panic, thinking Dad has to have his Harmonica with him in his casket... I called Mom, she has the Harmonica on the counter in Florida... she say's she already had it set aside to put it with Dad. Thank god... I still think of my Mom telling me how this year on her Birthday (Oct 1st) my Dad woke her up playing "Happy Birthday song" to her on his Harmonica. That story makes me cry! My favorite song that he played for me was "you are my sunshine". Dad also this summer played his Harmonica to the Church congregation at the Zeba Methodist Campground Meetings. I didn't get to see this... but, I heard he was a big hit! He had a hard time remembering all the notes... (with his brain cancer he would forget easily) but, the amazing thing is... he did it... even though he had to stop and restart a few times!!!!!

Mark and I went to Houghton tonight... just to look around for clothes for me for the funeral, I ran into my brother Steve in JC Penney... he looked rough, said he hasn't been sleeping. I too have the same problem. My heart breaks when I see my brothers... the look on their faces... the heartbroken look! My father was the world to our family... and it hurts... it hurts soooo much!