Farewell.

We all had to sit in the blue velvet chairs...the immediate family, that is.
It was weird. As I sat listening to "I Can Only Imagine" I thought about who that man beneath the flag in front of me could be. Who he really was.

He was the father that could never be a father. Even the minister said he didn't quite know how to be a dad. That he loved his children, but never knew how to let them know. What do you do when you see strong people break down? My Uncle, who has survived almost nearly 5 deaths, was weeping. His daddy was gone. My mother, who acts like she always has it together-showed the world she didn't, with her cries. She never really had a daddy.

I said farewell to a man I didn't know, today. And it was hard to mask the burning in my throat.