Delilah
"Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another. The journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take.”
I listened to the priest steal quotes from writers but my eyes were transfixed on the brown coffin which held in it's content my father's body. They said he is dead, that he is no more of this earth but I find it diffcult to believe. I felt someone squeeze my hand which made me look dream to our intertwined hand. I looked up at the owner of those comforting fingers; Lucas smiled sadly at me, his eyes reassuring me that everything is going to be okay.
I turned to my left, to the person holding my other hand. Ken squeezed it too, silently giving me his support. My eye
