First week post-dad

My father died last Wednesday evening, and since then my mother, my sister, and I have all been trying to cope. Of course we'd been trying to cope for two months already, and he, at least, is no longer suffering now, but now we have to come to terms with the fact that he's gone. Who knows if there is some soul of his gone off to some afterlife, but all I know is it's going to be hard to never see him again while I live on this Earth. It's worse for my mom, who seems unable to believe she will truly be happy again; she never intended to go on without him like this.
No sit shivering for us, though. We're actually not as busy right now as we're going to be once the funeral home provides us with the death certificate and it comes time to do all the things you need that to do, but there have been the arrangements to be made and the financial people to consult with and I've had multiple visits to the doctor because when stress has always made my body revolt in nasty ways, this rendered me practically an invalid myself at times. Meanwhile, my sister has decided to come over and reorganize mom's study and closets and who knows what she'll go after next, though she says she'll leave my things alone until I get a new apartment. A number of dad's things have been donated to charity, others are consigned to the attic. In the process a more than one of her friends has come in and out, and others have written us or sent us flowers. Ironically losing the center of our family has resulted in a flurry of social activity.
No proper funeral, because he didn't want one, but we have a memorial service Saturday. At some point around then he should be cremated and put in an urn to crown our mantelpiece. Already mom is putting up photos of him everywhere. I can't help but wonder if he would have wanted that.