Yesterday was a stressful day. Now I honestly say this a lot, but I attended a funeral yesterday. My first funeral actually, for my friend whose dad passed away on Saturday night of cancer. My friend Veronica and her brother Robby are only twelve and fourteen, their father I don’t think was even fifty years old.
I don’t really have “dressy” clothing so I was searching through my T-shirts and jeans thinking, I cannot arrive at a funeral in a black Anberlin concert shirt with a pair of jeans on. I had finally managed to find a black silk shirt, that I wore over a casual dress, with a pair of black leggings, and all black leather converse. My mom picks me up from the house and I say, “I do not have anything dressy to wear.” My mother replies, “Oh, it’s alright, hon you’re a kid they don’t expect you too.” I sigh and give up on this conversation.
We arrive at the venue. I see quite a few kids from my school and teachers as well. During the speeches about him, I was thinking I would have really liked him. I didn’t know Veronica’s father well, I only said hello every once and a while. Come to think of it the last time I saw him was on Halloween. A little after that I believe he was back in the hospital for his cancer again. Listening to the people speaking I learned he was an artist, a writer, a philosopher, and just a nice guy. On a nice day he would sit on his front porch and play the drums and whenever someone asked him about his cancer he changed the subject and always looked at the bright side of life. Always.
I did not cry at the funeral, I was trying so hard to keep it together, but later that night I cried at home. I couldn’t understand why I was crying, I barely knew him. My mother pointed out, “I don’t think you are crying so much for him as you are for Veronica.” and that I believe was very true. My mother is a wise woman, I look to her for advice. Yes, my father is useful too, but if you ask the “wrong” question he will leave you with a dead silence. I once asked him, “How do you tell someone they really need to take a shower?” (Blunt aren’t I?) He narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, sighed, turned and walked away.
After about an hour and a half I walked out of that room of the funeral. My teacher Ms.___ looked at me with raw red eyes and a tissue in her hand. She pulled my other and I into a tight grasp and said, “You are such a blessing to us.” and I was astonished a teacher told me that. I replied to her, “I cannot even imagine how Veronica is feeling right now.”
David ____ 01/13/62 – 12/28/08