This Is Home

It is currently 2:13 am, and I wish I were sleeping. Unfortunately, sleep is evading me as thoughts continue to race through my mind. Tonight my thoughts traveled back to September 5, 2007. The day of my father's funeral. It's strange--the memories seem so distant, but I can picture certain parts of that day as if it all happened yesterday. The one thing that was brought to my mind tonight was what happened on the way to my father's burial. Some of you may already know this story, but I am going to share it anyways. Maybe if I type out my thoughts, I will be able to find some sleep :) Also, please forgive me for any grammatical errors--at this time of day, I don't place grammar as a high priority. My dear friend, Kimberly, would support me in this stance, and I hope the rest of you will, too. haha. So...back to the story... My father's funeral service was held at my church, which is about 20-some miles from where the cemetery is. After the funeral service, we all lo...

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