Day 58: February 27, 2017

The funeral was today. My stepfather was a fireman, chief, president, and board member of the local fire department for over forty years. As the funeral procession wound its way through southern Maryland, other local fire departments had crews and engines holding traffic for us. As we passed, there was a line of them at each stop, all standing in salute. It is a very moving thing to see respect like that.

It was time to say goodbye. He was buried next to my mother, and uncle, and grandmother and grandfather. His longtime partner and his son put a picture of a tractor on the inside fabric of the coffin so that he could look at it in his rest.

This is the last I will speak of this or my grieving.

No writing today.


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