I had to attend a friend's father's funeral yesterday. I feel a sadness in my heart for the family. He (the father) drowned while saving someone elses life. He left behind 3 sons and a wife. The youngest son turned 11 a few days ago. He would not leave his father's casket, it was as if he couldn't believe his father was gone. To see this was torture, it was as if my heart was breaking for these boys. I pictured myself in their shoes and even at my age I couldn't stand the thought of my parents passing.
I almost feel like I'd rather die before everyone else. It's always been my fear to lose someone close. I can't help but feel a sadness over me. I'm going to do what I can for these boys, I love them like they are my little brothers. I tried to tell them what a hero their father was for sacrificing his life for another person that he did not know.