QUITE THE JOURNEY PART 4:
So the day of the funeral came and it was a heavy day. Thats the understatement of the century I think. First off my father asked me to help him clean off and take some tables to the church where a dinner was gonna take place after the funeral service. He was kinda ticked at me because I didn't have any dress pants. Only the black jeans I'd brought with me. I mean....yeah he was pissed at me. I think now I realize he was REALLY pissed at me. I saw only one other person at the funeral in jeans. It was a guy and I have no idea who he was. HE was actually wearing blue jeans so that made me feel alittle less out of sorts. Maybe Dad wasn't so much mad at me but just channeling some other stuff. Which is understandable. I guess one reason why I probably stay away from family and people in general is because theres always something that happens to bring the tension. Perhaps the truth is its unavoidable?
The hearse came to pick us up at the house. My sister Stephanie rode with us. So it was Geraline, Dad. Tonya (my stepsister) and her son. We really didn't have much to say to each other but her son doesn't know me so thats understandable. I did try to be social but....there was no connection. I think I might have a reputation as the weird step uncle who never grew up. The whole time I was in the hearse (I sat in the front with the driver) everything was feeling so dreamlike. It still does in a way. Like maybe it wasn't happening. Like it didn't happen. I think my brain was still in shock. The drive took like forever. That was fine by me. I wasn't in a hurry to get to that church. One thing that was cool was that oncoming cars would stop and park on the side whenever they approached our loooooong line of cars. I am not exxagerrating either when I say Crystal had the biggest funeral I have ever personally attended. Girl touched alot of lives. Its pretty awesome knowing so many people loved her.
-To be continued-
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