...in the wee hours of the morning, my father passed away after his battle with cancer. The trip to the Jewish funeral home was beyond disgusting. Seeing my mother and I, both red heads (coincidence) sitting there the guy said "you know, this is a Jewish funeral home." Then he tried to convince us to buy a casket that was more expensive than we needed, for a cremation. Flatly against Jewish custom if not law. Now lets stop with the bad things.
28 years ago tomorrow, I met my (now) wife for the first time. She is the love of my life. The moral of the story; good things follow bad things.
You were quite young to lose your dad. The circumstances and the way it was handled were also sad.
Wishing you comfort and strength. (( HUG ))
Thanks.
The silver lining was that my mother met my stepfather-to-be a little more than a month later. 40 good years with him; longer than I had with my Dad.