life's questions...one day at a time.
My father's. I will never forget, yet at the same time it seems so surreal to me. I remember how that day, everything, all sound just seemed to echo...Never forget that my "daddy" wasnt here...
My cousin's. He was a firefighter who died in a rescue, but he was off duty when it happened and he just went in to help. His family saw him die. There were hundreds of firefighters lining the road for teh funeral and they took his coffin (casket) on a firetruck. When they brought his coffin into the chapel it had his hat on top and the British flag. I just couldn't belive he was in there ... Kath
Post a Comment