Finally, my father is being put to rest. The surreal feelings that I have been having is starting to wear off. This is good because I need to move from feeling shocked. However, I feel that I am giving in to my anger. The reality of never seeing my father again is sinking into my bones.

Larry Neumann killed my father and Patricia Freeman on June 2nd, 1981. My Birthday is June 5th which was the same day as my father’s wake. Unfortunately but understandably this is the birthday in my life that I remember most. The loss of my father still is not setting in yet but my memories of him are almost immediately start fleeting from me. I started to grow up I think on that day. I think that this also may have been one of the longest days in my life.