This is where reality sets in. No more thinking it's unreal. After all, Ralph was sitting up and talking about the Phillies a week ago. Last Wednesday, I held his hand and talked about him coming home.
I'm running around, taking care of last minute stuff including directions for some people, so it seems surreal that I'll be in the funeral home in 2 hours.
It's the end of special time in my life.
Got to get ready. To quote Bette Davis: "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."