Saturday morning.

So Saturday morning I got the phone call I was dreading. My biological father had passed away at about 5am. I took it alot better than I expected, especially after all my rambling on Friday. I talked to both my Uncles, who were there with him thank goodness. Both said he went very peacefully, he looked up at the ceiling and reached for someone ( I think it was my grandma there waiting for him!) then he went. I was planning on going to the service, but they had him cremated and had the service yesterday afternoon. I think I feel ok because I know he isn't in pain anymore and he is home with his family again.