Funeral

I was headed down to Old-City this morning with some friends when we passed a large truck filled with flowers and behind it was a vehicle carrying about four men, one of them playing a solemn tune on a trumpet out the window. We asked the driver what was going on and he told us it was a funeral. As we looked on we realized it was a child's funeral. The child lay in the bed of the truck covered in flowers and candles and with him was his bicycle and some of his toys. And those people in the vehicle behind was his family members expressing their sorry through the tune of this trumpet. It was so sad to see, and so interesting at the same time, to see their cultural way of mourning the loss of someone.