The Funeral

It was a sunny day. Blue sky, white clouds. Temperature at 15 degrees. It was a bit too warm for November in Boston. People are still debating on global warming.

Today we had the funeral for my friend who died Wednesday. It was as sad as you can imagine for a man who died young and left a wife and a teenage daughter. It was the speech of an old friend of his that got me in tears.

The speaker quoted my friend's words said after he knew he didn't have too much time left in his life. My friend had said, "It is not my life that I worry about. My life had become my daughter's life already." The speaker then turned to the daughter and said, "his life is your life, and you life is his life."

I had known him loved his daughter very much. In fact he had lived his live for his daughter.

Tears came down from me. I suddenly realized that I was also living my life for my loved one without being aware of it.

It may be too much for a relationship, but I don't regret it. Life is short after all.

Now I know how a lost dad can change a girl. It can turn a lively and dependent girl cool and defying.