Yesterday, two people had to say goodbye to their child. His mom whispered to me at the casket, “Look at my little boy.”
A woman buried her husband.
A man and a woman had to say goodbye to their little brother. Another man and a woman said goodbye to their big brother.
A young man said for his brothers and sisters, “He wasn’t my step-father. He was my dad.”
Uncles and aunts had to file past their nephew in their last goodbye. So did their children.
Nephews and nieces had to learn that goodbyes can come too young.
And a lot of other friends were like me: stunned, crying, telling stories and then smiling in our goodbyes.
Goodbye, Shawn. Tell my mom and everyone else I said hi.