It was a rainy friday morning in the month of October. Everything around me is silent. I couldn't hear the raindrops hitting the surface. I couldn't even feel them, not even the cold air nipping at me. But all I ever heard was Father Kristoff reciting Psalms 23. It was one of Daddy's favorite scriptures but now, he's gone. In Heaven. I'm very sure he's there because he's a good man and a good soldier in the U.S. Army. After Father Kristoff finished reciting the scripture, the colonel called the soldiers to be ready for the three-volley salute. When the firing ended, I heard the bugle playing the "Final Salute" making a tear fall down from my cheek. The colonel handed me the folded flag and saluted me, I manage to whisper a thank you. I couldn't remember what happen after that but for about, I don't know a couple of hours, I was the last one by my father's casket. I placed a kiss on the casket, "I love you Daddy. I hope we'll see each other again." I haven't realized that I was soaked to the bone till I reached to our-well, my apartment. Took a shower, got into my p.j.s, and went to bed. I looked out the window and saw night sky clear and the stars were bright. Finally, I cried. I felt like I'm going to cry forever and my heart ache, as if stones were trying to crush my heart. Daddy was my best, and only, friend I had. There's no one I could talk to. Then I remember Daddy telling me that if you're in distress or if life's about to crush you, pray. I knelt down and start to pray to God. "Dear Father in Heaven, Daddy's in heaven now with you but...but.." I felt like a child not knowing what to say, "I feel so alone. May you help me find a friend or send one of your guardian angels I don't know what to do!" I cried some more until I fell asleep.