May 25, 2007 18:36
Today was the first day I have ever seen my grandmother cry.
It was strange to comfort her, someone who willingly went in to a nursing home, waiting for her “turn” only to morn her son instead.
My grandparents are traditionally Christian, and the service followed the same suit. Less emphasis on my Uncle and more on giving your life to Christ to the point, were I think I could have punched the preacher in the face. Then came the actual funeral. I have always skipped out on these events in the past. However I am older now, and took the responsibility not to leave my grandmother.
We watched as a rusted ford tumbled its way over the cemetery lawn, and parked by my uncle’s plot. Two sunburned men waiting with their backs turned to us, to bury him. I wish I could punch those gentlemen in the face as well. My uncle was a strange man with few friends, but today he was dismissed, by people who never knew him. Or cared for him.
Ronald A. Thompson died at 2:40 a.m. on Friday, May 18, 2007 in his home.
He was cremated and laid to rest within his fathers plot on Friday, May 25th, 2007.