My visit to the mortuary was like walking into deaths hole, the saddest and the most terrifying experience that I ever had to do. And never wanted to ever do again, but that's my baby and my responsibility and duty as a loving mother to do whatever it take to bury my sons body. And I went through hell in the beginning, but GOD sent me angels to help makes things easier for me. I could not and was not going inside the mortuary alone, my mom and Angelique was there with me. And that man came along because my mom rode with him. But I made all the decisions, dude had no voice and no choice, I didn't even want him there anyway. But just out of love and respect for my mom, and because my grief was to overwhelming to even care at that point. And I was numb, so yes I allowed him to come because of DNA. But he had no say what so ever, I did all of that for my son by myself. He ended up going outside anyway, cause my girl was there.
You leave the funeral home because my girl was there supporting me. I left him fourteen years prior, Burying my sons body was the only thing that mattered, but not to him.
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"SIXTEEN CANDLES"
Non-FictionAnother Drive-by...."His Name Was Eli Williams" ELI THE SPIRIT THAT NEVER DIES (ELI LIVES IN ME )
