The next morning came it was December 26, 2004 in just a couple of hours we will be laying my dad to rest. We had to be at Corpus Christi Funeral Home at 9am for the viewing. Following around 11am we would go in recession to bury my dad. When we got to the funeral home there were so many people. I saw some of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and extended family. I went inside to see my dad and when I walked into the room it was so quiet there was no noise. He had an American flag laid over the bottom of his casket. There were red poinsettias and white roses everywhere. I could smell the scent of the roses before I ever had walked in. To the right of the room was a glass table with white roses and a book to sign. On the left side of the room where
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His best friend asked to read from the bible and share some stories and my mom agreed. I’m not really sure why we didn’t have one and I never asked either. At the end of the service they asked the family to say something and I went to stand up and I just shattered. They started to lower the casket and all I got out of my mouth was thank you for coming and that my dad was an amazing man and I lost it. I had a nervous breakdown right there they had to escort me away. I don’t remember anything after that. When things finally started to make since again they had already buried him and placed the dirt down with all the flower arrangements on top. I just fell to my knees and I said god please save me because if not I’m going to end up somewhere I don’t want to be. I felt this hand on my shoulder and turned around no one was there. I felt a presence of warmth and love over me. I than left and went home to be with my mom and my family. Days went by and it seemed like my mother’s house wasn’t there anymore, it didn’t exist. The laughter and happiness we once shared in our home had all disappeared. My mother was never the same again all she ever talked about was being with my dad. She would always tell me that she didn’t want
His best friend asked to read from the bible and share some stories and my mom agreed. I’m not really sure why we didn’t have one and I never asked either. At the end of the service they asked the family to say something and I went to stand up and I just shattered. They started to lower the casket and all I got out of my mouth was thank you for coming and that my dad was an amazing man and I lost it. I had a nervous breakdown right there they had to escort me away. I don’t remember anything after that. When things finally started to make since again they had already buried him and placed the dirt down with all the flower arrangements on top. I just fell to my knees and I said god please save me because if not I’m going to end up somewhere I don’t want to be. I felt this hand on my shoulder and turned around no one was there. I felt a presence of warmth and love over me. I than left and went home to be with my mom and my family. Days went by and it seemed like my mother’s house wasn’t there anymore, it didn’t exist. The laughter and happiness we once shared in our home had all disappeared. My mother was never the same again all she ever talked about was being with my dad. She would always tell me that she didn’t want