The day of the funeral arrived and there I was standing before the grave stone. It read ‘MARY ROBERT WILSON’. There were lots of people here and I felt uncomfortable. I was only five years old when she died. Back then, nothing made sense. All I remembered was people dressed in black with their heads down and no sound apart from the rushing wind. The woman, Mary, was my mother. It was so long ago, and I was so young that I didn’t know how to react. I just stood there holding on to my fathers hand smiling not knowing that I would never see my mum again. Not knowing that my life was about to change and there was nothing I could about. 10 years later I recall the moment of her death, of her grave and only now... I realised it was too late to cry.
Answer:
CRAAP stands for Currency, Relevance, Authority, Accuracy, and Purpose.
What is this supposed to be?
I do not see anything.
Answer: She was standing at the entrance in the car park
In that time period you were none in classes and by your job. if you are a knight you are a nobleman and of the high society. They must make the religious journey so... hope this helps
