It's a dark day,it might be sunny,it might be warm but these people are hear to morn a death, someone who has meant a lot to them...and me. The person in the metal box is the one that will be buried today,a grave in a grave yard. On the way there tears silently fall on the ride to the grave yard,as you sit in your chair while the preacher speaks,while you pass the casket,while you watch the casket being lowered into the ground never to see the person again. It's a part of life to loose people but you still hurt every time. But today wasn't like that at all,not a single tear was shed,not a whimper,not a watery eye,nothing. I felt cold and soulless sitting silently and showing no emotion while the people all around me shed tears,sob and sniffle.
