The past week has been hard for me. On Thursday morning I received a call from my best friend. She was pretty much bonkers and had gotten ready for bed and looked out the window at her fathers trailer home and saw that the lights were on in his bedroom. That was very out of the ordinary and she found her father laying on the bed, He was dead. I drove over and confirmed he was dead. Being former EMT trained I also could tell he had been dead for perhaps 5-6 hours. He was in full rigor. Still it was a rather sad sight and also that he had passed.
Hans was 87 years old and had a good life and perhaps some bad times having been in the German army during WWII He was captured and finally returned home after the war and he moved to south America where he worked setting up factory's and more. My good friend was his daughter and she spent a lot of time going around the world with him before he settled down in Good old Central Texas.

So I called the police who came and checked, Who called the local EMT's who said he was dead. (Guess my former EMT background was not enough) Then the Justice of the Peace who checked and pronounced him dead. Finally the Funeral home that came to take the body to be prepared for his burial. When it was all done and I took My friend home with me to keep an eye on her. I crashed with her now on my couch sleeping at 6am. She found him around 2:30 am.

The next days were full of handling my friend and helping with the funeral and earlier was the funeral home showing where I spent several hours with friend and her now displayed dead father for others to come see. Tomorrow he will be buried in the local centenary. Then things will grow with having to clean out the trailer he lived in and doing more estate stuff. Its not going to be an easy or fun time for the next weeks or longer.