The next 3 days were extremely hard for everyone, but most especially Girl.

She felt guilty that she was driving the car that night. She felt like she killed her dad. :(  Even though we all knew she hadn't no one could convince her of that.

I went to tell her boyfriend at the time Guy B that her dad had passed away and he said he'd go be with her.

The funeral was held in a church that houses at least 500 people. There was standing room only, he was that loved and well respected.

The line leaving the church to the cemetery was 5 miles long and I remember sitting in that line thinking "my lord how he was loved".