Helps me grow every day. The first week was tough. It was hard because every day more and more people asked me how I was and if I needed anything. They all kept bringing it up when really all I wanted to do was forget. After making it through the weekend, the toughest obstacle soon arrived. The organization of the funeral. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. Lots of little details that needed to be worked out. The worst thing was that all the different people had to be included. Not only were my mother and my brothers there, but also my grandparents and my father's brothers. Everyone had very strong opinions about what they wanted and all I could think of was what my dad would really want. I soon learned how difficult it was to reason with a large group of mourners