I had a funeral for a baby to go to. He was only a few months old. During the services, the pastor had everyone sing a gospel. Well, I don't really know any. Before I knew it, I was clapping and singing, "This little light of mine."
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It was different. Very sad, and they did not have but a few phone photos of him. So they had me take photos for them when all left. It really freaked me out. I was shaking so badly, then I about passed out. I am not afraid of death or dead people. I figure once this trip through life was over, then it is done. I prefer to not die and I don't want some painful death, but somehow, that little child there, just really messed me up.
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I understood how the pastor was trying to comfort everyone with God's needs. It did not help me.