It was lightly drizzling when we got out to the cemetery. As I stood looking at a freshly dug hole in the ground that they were about to lower Blaze into, my mind was spirited away once again to the past.
I was standing there, on another overcast, drizzly day. All of my seventeen years on this Earth didn't prepare me for standing there alone to bury my father, after a short but brutal battle with lung cancer. I had no one there in my corner.
That's why I was making damn sure Jeffrey had a shoulder to lean on...
Christopher over 7 years ago
I added the rain in because I have never in my life been to a funeral where it wasn't raining or at least drizzling, including burying all 4 of my grandparents. Just a touch of my own experiences I added to the mix.
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
One's own experiences are what underpin great storytelling. And you're a great storyteller, Christopher. Sorry if sometimes my comments might seem too jokey for the subject matter in the story, I'm just making sure you know I'm still paying attention! :-)
Christopher over 7 years ago
Thank you all so much. I really appreciate the support and the kind words.