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59 July 13, 2007 Chapter Ten I knew today would be a day I would never forget. Yet somehow it's all a blur. I think back about that day and even now I see glimpses of real- ity and confusion like it was a nightmare and not really real at all. I had to go to the funeral home and pick out a coffin, flowers and a burial site. Who does this? I kept thinking that over and over, and I might have even said it a time or two out loud. This is not real; I should be picking out clothes and making our annual vacation plans, but not this. I remember seeing this silver coffin that we agreed on and then seeing the flowers. When the funeral home director asks a parent what type and color flowers would you like on your son's coffin you just answer like it's a make believe question. "Red, I guess, maybe he wouldn't care for yellow.'' That was my answer. I don't know how you make these choices, but when they are staring you in the face, you just do it. We sat in a room around a conference table – there was my hus- band and me, my parents were there, my long-time time girlfriend Megan, and Bryant's Dad and his wife at the time. We all sat there. They took us for a ride around the cemetery and asked us to pick a