I worked with John at Packemin and now see him at the college. When I saw him last week, I commented on not seeing him for a while. He answered that his dad had been sick. Tuesday he told me his dad was home. Thursday I gave him the information I had about home hospice. Yesterday I got an e-mail saying his dad passed away.
I don't want to go to another funeral, especially one for a dad. The memory of my dad's grave is still too fresh in my mind, but I am going anyway. The love and support I got from people I worked with, people who I didn't even think liked me or thought about me was amazing and helpful and I want to do the same for John.
An orphan, whether at 6 or 60 hurts. (Of course the younger you are the worse it is, no comparison.) If my presence even helps for a few minutes, I will be happy I went.