The next morning when I wake up, I wish the day was over already. I’ve been to one funeral before, for an aunt I hardly knew. I’ve never lost someone close to me. This is my father’s funeral! It’s still hard to believe he’s gone.
Outside my bedroom window, the late August weather is 78 degrees and sunny. A funeral doesn’t seem right today. Shouldn’t it be raining?
I slowly put on my tie, and it strikes me that Dad taught me how to tie it just a week ago. He taught me so much, everything from the value of hard work to safely operating the lawnmower. Now who will teach me the things a man needs to know?
When I go down the hall to the living room, Mom is already dressed and straightening up the house. She’s wearing black, a color I hardly ever see her in. Black just doesn’t fit her persona
