User:Antonioanthony/sandbox

it was 7° on tuesday january 28, 1986. the day the challenger blew up and my son david was put to rest. the ground was frozen but that made no difference to the two tough country men in overalls digging a grave in the hard shale in the woods at the old homeplace in ramhurst georgia. there was red clay and georgia mud everywhere. the grave was aligned east to west, david would face the mountains and the sunrise forever. the gray hearse backed up through the woods to get as close to the grave as possible. the undertaker and the two country men opened the back of the hearse and unloaded the wooden coffin and david. the coffin was placed over the open grave and the reverend said a few forgettable words. david was lowered slowly into the hard frigid ground and the two country men started to shovel in the hard earth. i grabbed a shovel, i did not want anyone else throwing dirt on david, the first shovel loads were like explosions on the wooden coffin, i could not continue, the sad faced men finished the job. and so it went on a very cold tuesday, january 28, 1986, a time and feeling i will never forget.