Descriptive Writing Funeral

This was my first time being in a limousine. A long stretched matted black car, with opaque windows from the outside. It looked small at first glanced, but the inside it was humongous. I felt presidential I felt luxury. Like I meant special in someone’s life. It was Early on a Sunday morning riding to Jocqui funeral. Mc Donald’s had paid for it because he was working there during the time before his departure of my heart. This was my first time going to a funeral. I had a lot of mix emotion all at once, but my biggest concerned was how I looked in my suit. It was black with a white dress shirt. I looked spiffy for the occasion. I aint have no dressed shoes so I had to put on some Jordan’s. My brothers joked me because they never seen me dressed up before. It looked like I was going to court. Hair combed, afro pulled back …show more content…
I was in the front row patiently waiting to leave. They opened the door but everybody seemed like nobody was moving, everybody was at pause. I aint never been to a funeral or know how it work so I was confused how things work at the end. The lined moved gradually at a steady paste. When I almost got to the door I seen every pause to look to the left. I can hear Arron voice shout in plea. I’m trying to see what we’re going on. It was hard because we were going up a slant feel like we were climbing a mountain. So I get to the door and I saw a casket. So I paused. My body tense up. Everybody grabbed me but I couldn’t move. Like my feet were glued to the ground. I looked at Jocqui face and it aint even look like him. His face was bloated up like he was sick or ate something he was allergic too. I wanted to snatch part of my heart so he could be living again. That day he took all our good memories and great time and took it with him in his casket. I kneeled down in the corner next to the church bathroom and curled up. Couldn’t move or talk I was hurt. Felt missing and out of