The Funeral

by vanessa hill   Jun 18, 2006


It was all set up.
The flowers
The cemetery
the graveside
all of it.

Taps would be played. It symbolized you time in the Navy.
21 gun salute- all the deer you shot in my 16 years

I didn't wan the funeral to end. I didn't want to say goodbye.
How could i you were my father.
First you were my grandfather, then you were my father, all because you adopted me.

I need you still today
I want you still today.

How do we get passed the funeral? Your death? Saying goodbye?

Knowing you not here with us. How do we go on?

We can't
Who could
Who would want to
Your funeral was to soon.

Part 2 of Feb 14 2005

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