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I returned to Juneau this morning. I didn't quite get to the kiss-the-ground level of joy and relief, but it was close.

Dad's funeral was "nice" as these things go, but beyond bizarre for me, with his many friends telling me what a wonderful guy he was, so kind, so generous, so loving to his family. It's a good thing I have a good poker face and a big and twisted sense of humor, as I got through the whole week-long love-fest orchestrated by his latest wife without ever rocking the boat or creating any drama of any sort.

The best part of my time in Boston was finally meeting my British half-sister. She and I look like sisters, and everyone told us how much we resembled our dad. That was bittersweet for both of us, but we were able to band together and stand our ground as pleasant, polite visitors without even attempting to explain to anyone our relationship with each other and our dad. We were able to find a few hours to talk privately. It was wonderful to finally talk with each other face-to-face, and to tell one another some things we couldn't begin to discuss via email and Facebook. Sharing our childhood stories was incredibly sad, and yet a bonding experience. I hope we will be able to keep in touch.

My dad and mom had a very volatile on-again and off-again relationship, with him frequently walking out and disappearing from our lives for sometimes long periods of time, (they even divorced once and remarried), and he spent a significant portion of his life playing the sailor stereotype - drink, party, woman in every port, love 'em and leave 'em, and he was very, very good at that game. I'm not certain how many half-siblings I have, but am in contact with two now, the half-sister from England, and a half-brother in Florida. I believe there is at least one more, there could be others. None of us had anything approaching a close relationship with the man. So sad.

Dad was buried at the National Cemetery at Bourne, a lovely military cemetery near the Cape. My brother could not/would not attend. I'm very glad I did. In a strange way it was mostly a positive experience.

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