A Life Changing Event.

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A Life Changing Event

When I was in Year 4 in primary school, I went to my first funeral. Mr. Smith, an old man who lived across the street from me, had died. My parents said that they thought that I was old enough to attend the service. Actually, I think that they just couldn’t find someone to watch me. I sat through the service listening to the vicar go on about my neighbour and how much he would be missed by his family and friends.

The experience at Mr. Smith’s funeral had a strong impact upon me. So, I went over to Mr. Lee’s house as soon as I returned home. Mr. Lee was from China and a best friend a kid could ever have growing up. I got to his doorstep just as he arrived home from the funeral. I recounted my reflections about having attended my first funeral. Mr. Lee asked me about what I thought of the service.

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I reflected about how the vicar shared memories that Mr. Smith’s family and friends had of him. Mr. Lee asked me what I remembered about Mr. Smith. I remembered that he was a retired machinist who worked in the basement shop where he repaired things for his neighbours and himself. I also remembered how he worked over his oily workbench. I would often come to see him and would wave to him through the basement window as he worked.  He would always gesture for me to come downstairs to talk. I liked him almost as much as Mr. Lee. We would ...

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