Post 23- Death 2

When you think of death, you think of something dark and sad. When death occurs the family gathers for a funeral or repast. The death process is horrible. I recall the death of my father, he was killed in California. I did not see his body until the day of his burial. It was the saddest day of my life, I was 14 years old. He was laying in that casket not looking like the father I knew. Just before the people closed the casket they wheeled it in front of me. I was seated between my grandmother and aunt, they stood me up and I swear I saw tears running down my dad's face. I hit the floor after that, when I woke up I was in the back of the limo. On June 2, 1985, was the worst day of my life.