We were told that's he'd be ready to come home between 8:30a-4:30p. When we got there there was a viewing that just started and it was packed with so many people.
I thought I would break down after seeing his urn and my necklace but I didn't. That's why I say I'm proud of myself. I left that funeral home hugging the bag that had his tiny urn and my necklace boxed in it as if it was him in my arms. I didn't break, I didn't shed a tear. I felt peace in a way ... My son was finally coming home with his parents..
