Mature Situations
It started out as a slow, cold day. My mom hadn’t described it just as bad as this. I felt as if daggers pierced my body at one hundred miles per hour. I almost couldn’t handle the pain that I was feeling. I tried to hide it, I tried to look alright. This was not enough. My grandpa’s funeral were two days that I’ll never forget.
It all started when my mom sluggishly came into my room. By the tears in her eyes, I could tell something bad had occurred. That’s when she broke the brick wall that had been closing in her sadness, “...he passed away in his sleep.” My grandpa was very sick and we all knew it. “...there was nothing we could have done to prevent it.” she continued. The both of us now tearing upheld each other for companionship. We both needed the comfort that we both could provide.
Following the news, I sat on my bed crying, trying to comprehend what I had just been told. I tried to hold my tears in, but I couldn’t. I was known as the sensitive one in my family. I didn’t want to prove my family right. Yet, there was nothing I could do. My great grandpa was a wonderful man. His charming smile, his crazy humor, and even his sometimes criticizing …show more content…
The minister, my mom, my uncle, my grandma, great-uncle, and great grandpa all took their turns to spill out their emotions and share memorable experiences with the wonderful man. I for one had nothing to talk about. None of the kids did, to be honest. The eulogies finished and we all gladly left the funeral home. We got in the cars and slowly drove to the cemetery where all of my great-grandparents had been buried. I was very fortunate to be able to meet all of them. Slowly again we got out and walked to a beautiful gazebo wrapped in flowers. The bright sun reflected off the colorful flowers, forming an amazing glow. As we watched my grandpa get lowered into the ground, my cousins and I sang my great-grandparents favorite song, “You Are My
It started out as a slow, cold day. My mom hadn’t described it just as bad as this. I felt as if daggers pierced my body at one hundred miles per hour. I almost couldn’t handle the pain that I was feeling. I tried to hide it, I tried to look alright. This was not enough. My grandpa’s funeral were two days that I’ll never forget.
It all started when my mom sluggishly came into my room. By the tears in her eyes, I could tell something bad had occurred. That’s when she broke the brick wall that had been closing in her sadness, “...he passed away in his sleep.” My grandpa was very sick and we all knew it. “...there was nothing we could have done to prevent it.” she continued. The both of us now tearing upheld each other for companionship. We both needed the comfort that we both could provide.
Following the news, I sat on my bed crying, trying to comprehend what I had just been told. I tried to hold my tears in, but I couldn’t. I was known as the sensitive one in my family. I didn’t want to prove my family right. Yet, there was nothing I could do. My great grandpa was a wonderful man. His charming smile, his crazy humor, and even his sometimes criticizing …show more content…
The minister, my mom, my uncle, my grandma, great-uncle, and great grandpa all took their turns to spill out their emotions and share memorable experiences with the wonderful man. I for one had nothing to talk about. None of the kids did, to be honest. The eulogies finished and we all gladly left the funeral home. We got in the cars and slowly drove to the cemetery where all of my great-grandparents had been buried. I was very fortunate to be able to meet all of them. Slowly again we got out and walked to a beautiful gazebo wrapped in flowers. The bright sun reflected off the colorful flowers, forming an amazing glow. As we watched my grandpa get lowered into the ground, my cousins and I sang my great-grandparents favorite song, “You Are My