I thought of him today again. Funny, it strikes at the most unusual times. I guess it had to do with seeing those wooden boxes, shiny on top and then around and rounded at the top. Perhaps it was the cold that day, but that's what I remember the most, kneeling by the hole in the ground, seeing the box at the bottom not quite sure what to think. And then his dad pulling me back, telling me to look up instead because his son is in heaven. Of all people, I still think, his dad.