Dom.
The air is still and solemn with an underlying feeling of heaviness in the atmosphere. There is a crowd of people gathered, dressed in dark clothing, their faces serious and pensive. Well, that could be because most of the people at my fathers funeral are mainly colleagues and people who work for him.
If I examine everyone closely, I'll realize I just might be the only one related to my father here. Or at least the only one who truly ever knew him. The only one who cared for him, while he cared for every single one of them here.
The sky is a dull gray, with heavy clouds that seem to sense that this is a funeral many of us weren't expecting too attend. Just a few weeks back, I'd spoken to my dad. We'd been butting heads about his contracted marriage issue but I'd never truly gone against him on it. I loved my father too much to truly go against his sole wishes.