When I walked through the passage of the funeral tent, there was a great pain in my blood vessel, the tears filled with tears, and I saw the red velvet cloth hanging over the coffin well . I walked to the body, wearing beautiful suit, tie and polished shoes. His eyes were closed and his lips formed a strong smile; there, he was my grandfather. He lay quietly there. It is very sad to see such gentle souls trapped in a wooden box.
I am my twenties, and now this is my seventh funeral: six families, friends of childhood, 18 years old died tragically in a traffic accident. If my parents took me to my grandfather's funeral at the age of 5, I went to the funeral for the eighth time, and this was my ninth time if I was involved in the funeral of my neighbor's child. This is my tenth, the funeral of the same neighbor who died of breast cancer. If I participate in a funeral of a family friend who died of lung cancer, this is my eleventh funeral.
I attended my grandfather's funeral last week. Just like me, he is a visible person in the industry, he is a driving racer but I am a game developer. He worked for 60 years, trained horses, competed for them, and did the same thing as family. 500 people attended his funeral, they are all the people who moved in his life. A man who trained his horse. A friend of the town where he lives. He sends fresh eggs to them every day. A pitcher from a fan on a track to a friend for many years. People who remember him and his legacy there
Last time I met my grandfather was the funeral of the outdoor church on the banks of Lake Huron. During my melancholic funeral, my grandfather was 84 years old, but I do not know where he is looking up at the blue sky, and what about "Sally (his wife), a cigarette," My grandmother Suddenly all the benches showed a smile Lastly, Vic lived another year and it was not carrying it with him Vic was not able to do things , Love, loyalty, laughter, and some good measures - something that can only be seen in your mind - to leave all good things.