The car ride to the church was long and filled with akward silence. Gerard and Mikey sat in the front while I sat in the back. The hour long ride led us to a small church. I would have thought that Frank would've gotten something a bit nicer. The three of us sat in a pew in silence. I would not cry...I will not. The mass started, a quiet and small assembly of family members and friends surrounded me. I don't know any of them.
Half and hour later we are listening to a speech. It ends and Franks mother takes a stand.
"My...son...Frank Iero was quite irresponsible, and reckless. He was so self absorbed and didn't ever show any emotion. Yes, it is sad that he had to pass in such a....tragic....way, but that's life."
Everyone in the church was silent. I felt anger boil up inside of me. Before I knew what I was doing, I had stormed up into the altar and pushed Franks mother aside. All eyes turn on me.