The house was full with people that were saying their goodbyes and I was one of them . What a man he was to make a whole house full and the backyard as well. He will be missed!
The cold was not important, although I think I caught a cold but at least I am still breathing for another day and many more to come (I hope).
For the first time I could say anything just a bit optimistic as a matter of fact I couldn’t say a word… all those people with all those long faces and let’s not forget the coffin.
That was weird seeing that man in the coffin all dressed up and I had to place flowers in there .(confession I’m glad I didn’t ate before because my stomach couldn’t of handled that).
I don’t remember much form the ceremony for I was lost in my own thoughts about dying. Will I be missed? Will so many people show up for my ….funneral? And is the resting place in the ground the best solution?
It is kinda creepy seeing a man or what is left of him being placed in the ground and then to see others shovelling dirt , ground whatever upon the closed coffin.
This is my favorite poem from now on:
Crossing The Bar
by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our borne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.