rbroyles
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We were a sad family that attended the funeral of my son's best friend, Dietrich, or as most called him - Big D. They were friends since 1st grade, almost 25 years, and D was like a member of our household.
D was a Black man who weighed over 300 lbs in the 5th grade. Not everyone tried to be his friend, and I was always proud of my son and daughter for being his friend. We were a bit amused and surprised when he asked our daughter to be his prom date. D was a percussionist in the band and played the baritone sax, and by the time he got in high school, he was loved by all.
The AME Zion Church was filled to half again its capacity as old band kid friends came from far away to grieve together.
But when we left the service, we had lost much of our sadness. The black ministers that spoke (at least 6) had even us white folk saying our amens and clapping and laughing in the joy D had brought us all.
When the service was over, I told my old ex-minister who drove from Louisville, KY that what we did in church was inadequate. He agreed.
D was a Black man who weighed over 300 lbs in the 5th grade. Not everyone tried to be his friend, and I was always proud of my son and daughter for being his friend. We were a bit amused and surprised when he asked our daughter to be his prom date. D was a percussionist in the band and played the baritone sax, and by the time he got in high school, he was loved by all.
The AME Zion Church was filled to half again its capacity as old band kid friends came from far away to grieve together.
But when we left the service, we had lost much of our sadness. The black ministers that spoke (at least 6) had even us white folk saying our amens and clapping and laughing in the joy D had brought us all.
When the service was over, I told my old ex-minister who drove from Louisville, KY that what we did in church was inadequate. He agreed.
