A nearly perfect farewell..
So you know when sometimes at a workplace they try to hype you up with *we are like family* blah blah blah? Well today.... that statement proved true for some.
Alex and I showed up at the funeral home around noon and services were to start at 1. 1-3 was the given time. Slowly people trickled in and we hugged....we cried... we let his mother know we loved her son.
In the chapel, there were 24 pews. the first 4 were for his biological family. The last 20 pews up to standing room only, was his *family* from work. Even *work partners* who had not worked there for years rememmbered Carlos and came to say goodbye. We are his family and we came there in droves and held each other. I cannot express into words the outpour of emotion that was in that chapel for him. We said goodbye to our brother Carlos. Even know through tears, I can see him snap his fingers and tell me *Girl, let me tell you*.
I lost my composure at one point when I was just sitting there and this little boy...maybe 5 or 6 years old... walked up to me and threw himself into my arms. I was stunned because I didnt know who he was, but i hugged him and held him. I later found out it was his little cousin. And I cried.
We lined up our cars and followed his hearse to the burial site. I counted 47 cars. And those were just the ones who didnt have to return to work. We followed him to his resting place and listened to the Decan. In the end his mother said goodbye to her son and walked to her truck. For about 2 minutes no one said anything. No one moved. It was as if we didnt know what to do, but we knew we didnt want to leave. Slowly we departed and a handful of us ended up at Bennigans for drinks. We toasted to our Brother.
So thank you to everyone who has shared their love and support during this week. I appreciate it and I know he does too.
Carlos Morales... we love you......November 5th, 2008