The Day before the Visitation

I've been putting together picture boards for my dad's visitation tomorrow. It's been difficult. I feel numb, mostly. It's strange to look at someone's entire life with a beginning and ending when it's someone so close. I wish I would have asked him more about his childhood, but he didn't like to talk about it. I don't know if it was "bad," per se, but he never brought it up. His twin does sometimes talk about growing up, and it's interesting to hear, but it always sounds like he's talking about someone I don't know. Here's a picture of my dad and his twin.