For a funeral. The son of a close friend of mine died. The boy was 11. He was riding his bike with some friends, went down a hill, had a tumble, and put the handlebar through his stomach. Burst his liver and severed the main artery. He died before the emergency helo could arrive.
I was asked to be a pallbearer. I previously didn't own a suit of any kind, heck, the only black shoes I owned were a pair of beat up Vans. Last time I needed a suit was for a wedding I was in, and then I just mooched off of some friends.
I didn't feel right wearing the thing my mother picked up for me at the used clothing store. It fit me like a bag. It just didn't feel right to wear something so slovenly to the funeral of a little boy that, for a good majority of last summer, thought I was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
So I bought a suit.
:(
A father should never have to burry his son. RIP Daryl Stelman.
I was asked to be a pallbearer. I previously didn't own a suit of any kind, heck, the only black shoes I owned were a pair of beat up Vans. Last time I needed a suit was for a wedding I was in, and then I just mooched off of some friends.
I didn't feel right wearing the thing my mother picked up for me at the used clothing store. It fit me like a bag. It just didn't feel right to wear something so slovenly to the funeral of a little boy that, for a good majority of last summer, thought I was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
So I bought a suit.
:(
A father should never have to burry his son. RIP Daryl Stelman.