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Actually, I don't. But have you ever gotten the feeling that you're not alone? Or do you feel like maybe you have a guardian angel watching over you? I have.
I have never been to a funeral. Scratch that. I went to my Grandma’s funeral but I don’t remember being at the funeral. I remember the car ride back from the funeral. It was painful and I didn’t know how to deal with all the emotions I was feeling. I don’t know why I can’t remember the actual service. I was 14. I should be able to remember it, shouldn’t I? Did I block it out? Did I not pay attention? I don’t know.
Like all things Michael Jackson, there has been a giant media maelstrom over the fact that his daughter was allowed to speak at his funeral. Granted, this was not your typical funeral. There were 17,000+ people. There was media. There was celebrity. But that girl wanted to tell the world that she loved her dad. I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.
What do you think?
Yesterday was my last day hanging with the Fire Department. These four guys (Ian, Dan, Adolph and Kyle) referred to me as the "white cloud," because every time I was there, all calls stopped. In the month and a half I spent at the fire station, I only went on three calls. None of them were traumatic or fatal. This is great for my home town, but not necessarily for my writing.
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