I was a pall bearer for my former boss (who is also my friend's dad), and I saw that as a great honor. I never realized he thought highly of me, even after I had stopped working for his company for almost a decade ago.
Hardest was seeing my friend and brother laid to rest. Though he was much younger and not related to me, I had always regarded him as my younger brother. I guess it wasn't really a duty...but I had to sing at his funeral...that was tremendously hard.
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