At the funeral everyone was in shambles, a sob fest of tears. It was the first time I saw my dad crying, he tried to contain himself throughout the service but came the part of the ritual when the bishop went ashes to ashes and dust to dust my father broke down. He opened up completely to the point where I began thinking that it wasn't merely the parting of the paternal figure but he had some other issues that have been eating their way inside and just waiting for that very moment to let loose and surface.