There reading from the Bible, Deuteronomy 8:8, ive heard it more than once. Thats were dad said he wanted to go when he died, a place like that. I hope he gets there. I rember, from the few times he came home, he would always would smile, and grab Matt and me, and my mom, and hug us. I look over at mom, she's crying. So is Matthew, man, I dont know why im not, I should be, but I cant. Im numb. My uncle put his hand on my sholder, I let him keep it there. I have no power left in me. I rember one time he came home for Christmas, he didnt bring any gifts, he gifted us with his presence, and he when to church with us, and then, on Christmas night, he left again. That was the last time I ever saw him. 2 months later he died in a roadside bombing, the night mom told me, I cried, I know, a 16 year old boy isnt soposed to cry. I did anyway. There lowering the coffin into the rectangle hole. My 2 year old cosin, April waved. That was to much, the tears started slipping down my face, the,I to, waved good bye.