A Funeral Day In My Life

On May 5, 2003 my life changed forever. It was so painful for my family and I couldn’t bear the pain. It was my father’s funeral day. I remembered it like it was yesterday. I had on a white flower dress with tear drops on it. My hair was long and in two little pony tails with red clips on the end. When we got to the funeral home, there were so many of my family members there, but it wasn’t the same. Everyone looked so hopeless and weak. There were blue and white flowers all in the rooms and by his casket. I felt a little happy because he was at peace. I was still a little young so I really couldn’t understand what was really going on, but I knew he was gone. My mother was in shock for it was like someone just sucked the life out of her. Her eyes were like blood dropped red and baggy. The service was about to start so everyone gathered around and sat down. Pastor Erick started to speak. He spoke about life and how much it meant to everyone. He also said “No matter what mistakes you ever made, you always should count on God and know that he didn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle.” I then got up and went to my father’s casket. My father had on a dark blue suit and black shoes. He also had flowers on his chest and my picture in his pocket. As I touched him, he felt like ice. He was so cold that it freaked me out. I …show more content…
Everyone began to worry. So they took her outside to get some fresh air. They started playing my family favorite song, “Take me to the King.” Everyone’s spirt started to get better. Everyone started to smile and laugh. My uncle started to tell funny stories about my father being younger and my dad getting away with murder. He always said how he was going down the wrong path, but my father helped him changed his life forever. Everyone looked at me and smiled. That moment, I realized my father’s life and love touched every single person in that