Processing

On Tuesday when we went up to the house to see Dave we were not given a moment's privacy.  And while maybe I could have asked I didn't.  Since I had been called a thief at least three times the night before I didn't think we would be left alone.  So I was glad I had said my good byes the night before.  What I would have liked was a few moments alone with Dave and the littles to do some explaining. And then Dave was taken away and I thought that was the end.  I knew he wanted to be cremated and I just assumed that would be done quickly.
Called Gayle today and she commented about the funeral being on the 13th.  She was still there when Doug made the time with the funeral home.  Then she said she was taking the twins to the funeral parlor tomorrow to see Dave.  Wait, what?  He is still there and they have an appt. to see him.  So she said we could tag along on that.  And I think we will.
Because we can have private time there that no one can take away from us or not allow us to have.  As of yet I still haven't gotten an official notification of the funeral.  Probably won't since I shared that info with Tanya and she told Doug right away that we knew.
Processing.  Made my head hurt.  I'm not understanding any of it.