I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. P and the hurt he and his family were facing. I decided I would go to the funeral. (This is HUGE for me. I'll write more later).
The visitation was in the afternoon before the funeral. I went with a friend (co-worker) who had to be back to teach in a couple of hours. So we could only stay for the visitation.
As we greeted Mr. P., I knew we did the right thing. You could see the emotions on his face. I am so glad we went. The loss well never be ok but I hope Mr. P now knows there are people who really care about him and he's not alone.