Today we buried Steve's remains. Renee wanted it done today so she didn't have to think about it after the funeral. This morning as I was getting ready I heard Marty & Stephanie singing happy birthday to Steve's dad Ev. It really hit me hard that we were burying his son on his birthday.
The burial was a very small, very private service. The pastors of Ebenezer Baptist Church were there with the combs family, marty and ev, and myself. We watched as they placed the box in the ground, and then the pastor read a few scriptures. After a prayer for the family, we sang together. We began with It is Well, then we sang My Jesus I Love thee, and we closed with When We All Get to Heaven.
What a day of rejoicing it will be.
But right now, it hurts.