The first funeral I went to
For someone I knew who I wasn’t related to by blood or marriage
Was for someone my own age
Who rode the same bus as I did from my father’s house to school.
Who was a year ahead of me at school but the same age.
Who was so kind to me – she was just nice.
I asked to go
My mother took me.
And we cycled through the church and they had the caskets laid out. I paid my respects.
And the service was so crowded and I wasn’t a close friend or family so my mother and I stood outside the church for the service, with the overflow. I wanted to go but I didn’t want to be a bother. She really was a lovely person.
And then we went home.
I was 14.
Alex you were such a bright light, even if we weren’t close. You don’t know how much your casual kindness all those morning bus rides meant to me.
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