My Granddad was never ill and seeing him become weaker was shocking. When my mum told me what happened, the flood of memories rushed through my head and …show more content…
When the funeral finally came around, we sat at the front of the church. The coffin was taken in while the first psalm was being sung. I couldn 't look at it. Looking at it just made it feel real, that he was really gone. My sister who was bundling up all her emotions suddenly burst into tears. As his coffin was lowered into the ground my mum grabbed my arm and wouldn 't let go. I knew this was the final goodbye. This was the last time I would ever see him. My granddad that would drive me to school, the one that would fall asleep in the cinema, and the one that would always complain about the amount of toys we had. Even though he was gone he will be in our hearts forever.
Through all this I learnt that people grieve in different ways. After I found out what happened I couldn 't stop crying. After it I was in a daze just thinking about memories with him. My sister dealt with it by keeping herself busy. Just after finding out she went to girls brigade and then to school the next day. I couldn 't go. Other family members dealt with it in different ways: tears, humour, eating, cooking and