One week later.

My dress was black, long-sleeved, and knee length. I'd secured a big, black beach hat onto my head and slipped on a pair of the blackest shades I owned. My heels were simple black stilettos.

"I know this came as shock to most of everyone here. My father was a very, well-known, and love-able man to everyone he came across," Heather spoke at the podium. "A little cocky! But still, very, very loving." Heather joked, light. Everyone in the church laughed.

"His heart was just so so big and it's sad to say, it really got the best of him." Heather began tearing up, causing a rush...