Yesterday, I took my sons and their 3 friends to a funeral.The funeral was for a 17 year old boy from their school.He was a football and basketball player.He was a very happy and polite man.The church was so full of people that cared and loved this boy,they couldn't believe he was gone.You see a 16 year old boy shot him,while they were at a birthday party. it was a nice service, well as nice as it can be because theres nothing nice about a funeral. the hardest part was the at the cemetery, looking at all those young people crying for their friend and the poor mom, having to say goodbye to her son. the dad was the strong one, he reminded me so much of my grandpa. i had to step away when they were lowering the casket. i needed to move away with my thoughts. as i was waiting there, i saw my kids and their friends from saying bye. i saw them crying, so i went to them. i didn't know what to say at that moment, so the only thing i did was hug them. they made me cry. we had prayed before we left for the funeral. i had told them that they had to be strong for this moment, because thats the hardest part, when you have to say goodbye forever. on our way to the reception they were all silent. i guess all of them had their own thoughts to think about. i just left them at the reception and went back home with a headache. i guess sometimes we forget how fragile life is, one day we're here and the next we're gone.