a nice spring day, with the sun letting us all look like we were photoshop filtered around the edges, to fit a funeralistic cliche.
no, it wasn't real at all, until christian's speech focused on my brother - who looked frighteningly pale - and me, and even then i could hardly believe what i heard.

"...he was making plans, caring for their future...
...with their pictures on his office desk....
...he loved them like they were his own kids."

no seriously, i didnt have a clue he did.