As the plethora of guests sang "Praise To The Lord, The Almighty", and Pastor Holly led Dad and me to our seats, I could feel the plethora of the attendees eyes on us. Even though it made me happy that a plethora of people (including my teachers, friends, boyfriend, best friends, and their parents) had shown up, it kind of made me a little nervous.On a different note, sadness once again filled my heart. Walking down with the walkway with Dad, and sitting in our seats reminded me once again that Mom was gone. Words cannot describe how broken this realization made me feel.