Oh, Leafy. Oh, Leafy. I sit here slack-jawed. I have no words. Truly, how dare they?!
If they are like my son, they have any excuse. They won't be pushed around, or everyone knows not to do this / say that else they explode or blah blah blah.
Can they not even just put it aside for a father's funeral?!
Leafy, I am glad Tornado is leaving. I am glad you have the strength to insist on the peace and respect you deserve, at all times, but especially now. I am sorry you have to tap those reserves, when you should be the one nurtured right now.
In spite of all of this, Leafy, it sounds like such a lovely service. Your description brought tears to my eyes.
Many hugs to you today, dear Leafy.
