It was a usual morning drive to school, until my dad had gotten the call. Immediate crying had come from the phone. What had happened? What was wrong? I had never seen this look upon my dads face, not ever since his mom had passed away.
“Dave has passed,” they said.
“He’s gone”
My dads face immediately turned from his usual slight grin to an immediate look of depravity. I had no idea what to say, and I had no idea what happened. Seeing tears stream from my own father’s face made his own cloud of melancholy stir over me as well.
“Your uncle has passed away,” he said with a sullen look, “and you don’t have to go to school if you don’t want to.”
I acknowledged what he said, but had to decline the offer. We drove the other 5 minutes to get …show more content…
The funeral had begun and my nerves has started as well. I couldn’t mess this up. My dad walked up and began to pour his emotions out. It gave me a weird sort of comfort knowing that even the seemingly strongest people still have a soft side. Everyone has a weakness, some just rarely come out. I walked up to the stage and grabbed the microphone. By the time the song was over I felt my nerves turning into peace. Once I was finished I gladly sat down in my chair, thankful for the opportunity. We said a final prayer and the service concluded. We began driving to the burial site, and by this time I was ready to be back home. Sadness became the unbearable humidity on my hot summer day. It was roughly a 40 minute drive and we were all ready to get the show on the road. Once we got there it was all set up. After a little message and prayer they then interred the grave to the ground and again everyones emotions became startled. However, it was time to head back home. We were all emotionally fatigued and ready for a long nap, but there was still 8 hours of driving left to go. The hours slowly, but surely went by a soon enough we were back
“Dave has passed,” they said.
“He’s gone”
My dads face immediately turned from his usual slight grin to an immediate look of depravity. I had no idea what to say, and I had no idea what happened. Seeing tears stream from my own father’s face made his own cloud of melancholy stir over me as well.
“Your uncle has passed away,” he said with a sullen look, “and you don’t have to go to school if you don’t want to.”
I acknowledged what he said, but had to decline the offer. We drove the other 5 minutes to get …show more content…
The funeral had begun and my nerves has started as well. I couldn’t mess this up. My dad walked up and began to pour his emotions out. It gave me a weird sort of comfort knowing that even the seemingly strongest people still have a soft side. Everyone has a weakness, some just rarely come out. I walked up to the stage and grabbed the microphone. By the time the song was over I felt my nerves turning into peace. Once I was finished I gladly sat down in my chair, thankful for the opportunity. We said a final prayer and the service concluded. We began driving to the burial site, and by this time I was ready to be back home. Sadness became the unbearable humidity on my hot summer day. It was roughly a 40 minute drive and we were all ready to get the show on the road. Once we got there it was all set up. After a little message and prayer they then interred the grave to the ground and again everyones emotions became startled. However, it was time to head back home. We were all emotionally fatigued and ready for a long nap, but there was still 8 hours of driving left to go. The hours slowly, but surely went by a soon enough we were back