Jackson's Funeral

Jackson, I am going to your funeral tomorrow.
I never thought I'd say that.
It seems strange.
It sticks in my throat.
"I am going to Jackson's funeral."
You shouldn't have to bury your friends
so young and innocent.

Jackson, I am going to your funeral today.
I never thought I'd say that.
I got up early to curl my hair.
I put on those heels I hate.
Just for you.
I sit here waiting for the time to come to leave.
Oh, I dread it.
I just hope I can handle it.

Jackson, I went to your funeral today.
I stood outside and listened to everything.
The church was packed and the church yard was filled.
I saw Micheal John.
I'm glad you weren't there to see him like that.
He misses you bad. My heart aches for him.

Jackson, I went to your funeral today.
Your troop marched in.
You would have been proud to see them.
It was a sight I'll never forget.
I've never seen so many little boys cry.

Jackson, I went to your funeral today.
I never thought I'd say that.

Author's Notes:
Jackson was a Boy Scout. While returning home from a camping trip, the driver of the car ran off the road and hit a tree. They had propane tanks in the back of the SUV and it caught on fire. Jackson and two other boys died. The driver, Micheal John's father, was killed. Jackson was a good boy and will always be remembered.