Actually it feels a lot emptier. We buried my daughter's father yesterday. The last two days have been emotionally draining......the visitation Tuesday night and the funeral yesterday. I fell apart several times Tuesday evening and just when I'd get myself together, my daughter would start crying and that would start me off all over again. At the services yesterday, I managed to hold myself together pretty well.....until......before the last prayer, they played How Great Thou Art, and I totally lost it......so much for trying to be strong for my daughter. I find some comfort knowing he is now at peace and is no longer suffering or in pain and that someday I'll see him again. Farewell my dear Ritchie......until we meet again.