Daddy Allan
Last night I kept having dreams of Daddy Allan. That's normal but not the dream's I was having. I kept reliving the funeral. That is something I haven't thought about since the day of it. That was a horrible day. I mean starting out not feeling the greatest due to having knee surgery two days before. So I was all kinds of drugged. It was hot as hell in Texas that day too. When I first walked into the church his casket was right inside the door on the right side. My mom was in front of me and his mom was behind me. I grabbed him and screamed OMG He's alive! My mom grabbed me and took me to sit down because his mom and everyone around us was freaking out. I still had no clue he was dead. Then a few minutes later my friends dad started singing Amazing Grace and his brothers brought the casket in. Thats when it FINALLY hit me. I screamed out He's Dead! And being balling my eyes out. After the service we all went outside to see his casket put in the ground. Between the heat, drugs, pain and emotion I couldn't stand up on my own anymore even with my crutches. I fell into the grave next to him. So yeah, thats what I've been dreaming about.