Some sad non-fiction
The day was beautiful, warm and breezy. The fall sunlight shone golden and today we marched for the last time for my uncle. The firemen paced beside us in rows with the bright whiteness of their hats reflecting against the stain covered pavement. On we walked up the hill to the red brick church. A group of kinglets flew over and a chickadee called. The wind rustled the few remaining leaves on the trees, catching some and tossing them delicately to the ground. All dressed in black as your casket was carried in front of us on an old 1920's firetruck. Solemn salute to my dear uncle, who was laid to rest today on all Hallows Eve. The world has lost quite a man, quick with a laugh, always ready to fix my car, or just be there to help out. A sad week, such a sad, sad day. Little quiet sorrows grow quick this week.