tired but content

Well, once we heard that my dad was gone, it was a matter of about three minutes to decide that all four of us wanted to come back for the funeral.  It took over an hour on the phone with the Delta people (who were amazingly helpful considering how complicated our travel arrangements were), and then four days of hanging out in airports and hotel rooms to get there (Munich-Berlin-Amsterdam-Seattle-Dallas-East Texas). But we did make it, with about half an hour to spare before the graveside service.  Then there was a funeral at a local church, with a lavish potluck lunch afterwards, and dinner at my sister's for assorted family and friends last night.  It was a long, exhausting day, but so wonderful.  And there was entirely too much to eat.  I'll tell you more later, I'm sharing computer time with a household of people so can't linger.  Dh and MadMax are flying back home on Saturday, Nell and I will be back sometime the middle of last week (we have to pack up her stuff from her apartment and then drive from Seattle).