My Godfather was my Dad's best friend.. when Dad died.. Bill took over.. the best he could..

When he died.. I think the pain was worse than when my own father passed.. I disappeared for a whole day..

when the day of the funeral was upon me.. I thought I had it together.. all I knew is that I HAD to get through it.. We was at the funeral home, the pastor.. was saying a prayer before we moved him to the church.. He started crying.. and I lost it.

I think I cried the whole damn day. Not a sob.. just a well of tears that wouldn't stop.

I'm crying remembering that day. Its never been a blur to me.. just so clear and so unreal. At the cemetery there was a very light rain and all I could think was the angels were crying with me that day...

There has to be a special place for people like our Godfather's....