Jenifer's Funeral

I sit in the church, surrounded by family and friends of the closest. My mother holds my hand as she weeps into the shoulder of my dad. The pastor stands on the stage reading scripture that is supposed to bring comfort to the aching hearts sitting all around. A familiar face fills the pictures that illuminate the room, this is my aunt Jenifer. Tears roll down my cheeks and my heart is aching. It was on July 30, 2006, that my perception on life forever changed. When my parents woke me up early that morning, with sorrowful looks on their faces, I knew something terrible had occurred. They preceded to tell me that my aunt Jenifer had passed away in a horrific accident. As I laid there in complete disbelief of what my parents had just told me, my older sister, Kalynn, came running into my room sobbing. We sat there for hours trying to wrap our heads around the fact that we would never see our aunt again. When I had finally got composure the best I could, I walked downstairs, our house filled with friends and family giving their sincere condolences. People all around were laughing and telling stories about the prodigious times they had with my aunt, but I wondered how they could be laughing when she was gone forever. The next couple of days grew increasingly tough as we gathered photographs to represent her life at the funeral. The funeral was important to my family because we wanted to show …show more content…
This was to be done with just pictures, I thought. How can this