I thought my sorrow was past me, but it wasn't. I cried today. I became sad around 4:50 today. I picked my father up, well his ashes. Once I got into the car, I began to cry as all I have are remnants of the man I called the greatest father ever. I did not cry at the funeral, even though I wanted to. I just thought about what I would have said and thinking about the last time I saw him. I cried all the way to the grocery store. I then cried when I got home and gave my mom his ashes. I gave my mom a hug and we cried together. One more day of work....