Over 10 years ago I had the responsibility of closing the lid on my father’s casket. As the funeral director and his staff where preparing for that to happen he stepped back and gave me some time to be with my father’s body. As I stood there for what seemed like an eternity I said to his body ” Good Bye Dad” when I should have said ” Thank you dad”. Little did I know that losing him would become a challenge for me as I faced life’s biggest battle. Before the service began the funeral director came to me and asked about who was going to close the casket? I told him I would do it. In all the many conversations my father and I had about his death the issue of who was going to close his casket never came up. For me when the question was asked my answer came naturally. He always taught me that as a man there are things you go do because it’s your responsibility and dumping it off on someone else just isn’t an option. At the time I didn’t realize that the simple act of closing the lid on his casket would have such a profound impact on my life. I have always been claustrophobic but now it’s outrageous. My late father was not a saint but with all his faults he was still dad.