His name appeared on the screens in bold, white letters, standing out from the black background. The setting sun peered through the colorful stain glass windows.
Variations of black attire could be seen in almost every seat. Every row. On every student.
We stood as the team entered, filing down the isle in silence.
We stood as the pianist led us in remembering... Jesus Paid it all.
We sat as person after person shared their stories. Teammates. Teachers. Brother.
Stories of a swimmer. A national champion swimmer. Meeting his Maker just six days after receiving that title.
Ecclesiastes 7:2
It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart.
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