The morning of August 21,2010 was the day of the funeral. Before i woke up i felt a strong grip around my left shoulder like my father was telling me it was time to wake up and that everything was going to be okay. After getting ready it was time to go and we where riding in a 2 white limos; my mom and sister-in-law was in one with the kidos while my sister, cousin bre'donda, my niece Isabella and i in the other. I'm not going to lie in that moment i forgot about everything and enjoyed the fact i got to ride in a limo for the first time ever :D, but i knew that it wasn't for a good cause. When arriving at the Wyanns Brother Funeral Home we were walking to the entrance when all of a sudden i heard the song "Daddy's Hands" start playing and that's when i lost all control of not trying to cry.
After getting some what control of crying we started to walk in; all i could see was the copper casket and the fall color roses on top of the casket but with on side of it open. When getting to the casket looking in seeing him lying there still, cold, and breathless was heartbreaking. I decided that i was going to touch my father on last time till i see him again in heaven. So i reached and touched his hands, the feeling of them was hard as rock and cold as ice..they weren't the same but it felt some what good to touch his hands again. I went from touching his hands to touching his tummy and rubbing it all i felt and heard was plastic that was around his stomach area. Looking at his face i realized that my dad's left eye was a little opened. Now that was kinda creepy but his eye used to do that when he was sleeping too lol.
About half way through we started to listen to the music my tia Corrine made and one of the songs matched him as a person perfectly so we were all laughing and crying in the remembrance of him. The pastor asked if anyone wanted to say a few words but no one did because their to busy crying non stop. I wanted to but i couldn't stop and it would have been even more harder just talking about him.
After it was over my mom,sister-in-law, the kidos,my sister Chastity and my cousin Bre and i went to go eat lunch at Golden Corral. It was delicious food and fun because the kidos were making us laugh with their crazy imaginations :).
After a couple of days of the funeral i had a dream about the funeral. In the dream i remember walking towards the casket and looking towards the right side in the front and seeing someone wearing an all white suit. When getting to the front i looked at the person and realized it was my older brother Ricky. After everyone seen my dad it was Ricky's turn. Ricky went up there and looked at him then the next thing i saw he jumped in the casket shaking my father saying "POPS! POPS! WAKE UP!" "PLEASE." Then my fathers head fell off and rolled to my feet and i scared and cried even harder. Next thing you know i'm awake in bed crying.
It wasn't the best dream but it was the worst either. I hope you enjoyed the story i promise i will have happier stories coming soon :)
God Bless :)
wow, that was just as good as your last one
ReplyDeletethanks :)
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