Personal Narrative: My Grandfather's Funeral

There's always going to be that one person in your life that you can't walk away from even if you know you have to. That one person is my grandfather. I couldn't walk away from him even when it was his time to walk away from me. I remember the morning of his funeral and how, at first, I refused to go because I was afraid.
Afraid of what I was going to see, the most important person in my life lying there lifeless, but I could not help but want to see him one last time.
At the funeral I sat with my grandma, watching her cry, her face filled with pain as tears dropped slowly down her face. I got up and slowly walked toward the front of the room and gazed back at everyone in the room, watching their faces filled with sadness. I turned …show more content…
I know that everyone eventually dies. But that doesn't mean I am ready to let his body go to the ground, it just felt like the wrong thing to do. Because his body felt like all I had left of him. It felt like I was abandoning him.
At the cemetery, I took my spot near my mom holding the flower the administrator has given to the family. We waited as the pallbearers got the casket out of the hearse. The administrator started to talk and I struggled to pay attention. The administrator then told the family members to gather around the casket and gently place the flower beside the casket. One by one the flowers fell into the casket, until it was my turn. I hesitated; my fist clenched gripping the small flower, unwilling to let it go. I felt hot tears fill my eyes and my throat closed tight as I dropped the flower whispering
"goodbye", letting go of all the sorrow that was trapped in my body.
I learned it's painful to say goodbye to someone you don't want to let go, but it doesn't mean that person is going to be forgotten because memories are the key. Memories will keep him alive. The way that I see it is that you don't just get over it, those feelings of losing someone close to you,