Today was the day of the funeral. We spent the last 6 hours meeting with relatives. Lyia and Nil stayed home after catching a cold, so none of my other family got to meet Nil, or even know she existed.
After that, dad was still mentally hit, so we went around, viewing his favorite buildings he built, but he only got nostalgic.
Soon after, we went to his least favorite buildings, and that seemed to change his mood… So now he's driving home (bad idea). And every turn of the wheel has a tad bit of spite and pent-up anger (formal anger) behind it.
He really dislikes those buildings.