The funeral of Officer Daniel Reed was supposed to be simple, formal, final. The white marble casket lay on a polished base, surrounded by flowers and uniformed officers. The sun glinted off polished badges. The American flag, draped across the coffin, rustled lightly in the wind. Everything was by the book except the girl.
She didn’t cry like the others. She screamed.
“That’s not my dad!”
Six-year-old Naomi, Daniel’s adopted daughter, was nearly hysterical. Her small fists pounded the side of the coffin. Her eyes were red and wild, her face twisted with something more than grief.
“He’s not in there! Don’t put it down!”
People tried to calm her. A woman in black scooped her up, whispering, “It’s just the…Read Full Story Here.……………
