The clouds were grey, the wind was blowing and all the people dressed in black clothes were there to show their respect. I was looking at them and I could see that they had tears in their eyes, expressing their compassion and regret. It was a dark day reminding me of a very bad black and white movie. The cemetery looked like it had taken the breath even from the alive ones present there. I felt a general coldness that was in opposition to the kindness of the people who wanted to be there for me and the family.
I stared at the wet, dark soil that was supposed to be his grave, his eternity. All the time I didn’t feel his presence there. I knew that he would probably be sad to have left without saying good bye, I know I was. I tried so hard to understand that death is nothing but a promise that we get the minute when we are born. My eyes were heavy and even though I believed that he wasn’t there and he was in a better place, I still couldn’t believe this tragedy. I knew I would remember him and miss him forever.