Narrative Essay About A Funeral Home

I remember this day beginning like any other day, early morning making the rounds, feeding my son, shower, making a shopping list. In these normal everyday mundane routines you never think about an event that can hit you in the face with a huge dose of reality. Within seconds your whole world can turn upside down with one event. I was in my early twenties, it had only been a year ago that I had gotten married and moved to Nevada with my husband. My husband answered the phone, I knew something was wrong because of the expression on his face. There was this gripping feeling of fear wash over me. My heart began to beat fast and I felt my face go flush. Time seem to slow down I could feel seconds timed with my heartbeat. All my husband could …show more content…
Adults should know how to make things right but none of them knew what to say to me. The looks on all their faces like they felt sorry for me just infuriated me I had to get away. I needed air and I needed peace, I thought but it didn’t help either. It didn’t matter what I did or where I went there was no relief, I could not escape the emotions that I was holding on to tight. I had far too much to do and to get through to break down now. The funeral home was strange all the rooms were cold sort of like being in a walk in refrigerator. The carpet had this hideous huge flower pattern that only my eighty year old grandmother would find appealing. I wondered how many people threw up on that carpet. I felt like I couldn’t control my thoughts they were random and had no order or reason. Still had to move forward, had to finish and prepare, get things in order. I am listening to the funeral director, sort of I was focused on the airy nasal sounds as he spoke. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad, I know it’s him my heart begins to beat so hard that I can feel it in my ears. As he comes into focus it’s my uncle, my heart breaks all over again. Make it through the funeral I picked “Spirit in the sky” by Norman Greenbaum and