There is no casket....
only ashes....
His picture..... a face so young.......
The family gathers..... as do friends.....
I'm keeping myself composed......no tears yet.....
The priest says his prayers......
Two Navy men come in, while the other plays "Taps"
This is the hardest part........
I look down as tears stream down my face, hot and clouding the room.....
A flag is unfolded then refolded again...... tears still flowing everywhere like the blood he lost.
sad............
That's all mother gets after her son is murdered.....