Personal Narrative: My Grandma's Funeral

The tears flooded out when my Grandma died. I was with her almost every day. She was the best. Even when she got mad at me, I would laugh. Whenever she got mad she would say, “shame on you.” I would tell her everything. I remember one time when I was at her house I touched a light bulb. It made me cry. But my Grandma was there to put ice on my hand. She would always take me to McDonalds and then she would take me to the library where I would read with the giant stuffed animal , Clifford. She had special toys for me at her house. Some of them were even my mom’s toys when she was a kid. Her whole house was set up like I lived there. My crib, toys, and the playroom were all there for me. I remember going outside, into the back yard and the little bells on her back …show more content…
When we were there you could hear everyone cry and using their tissues to wipe away their tears. I could smell that depressing smell of the hospital. The colors of it was gloomy and sad. Everything about that moment was depressing. I gave her my last hug goodbye and I watched her take her last breath. It was hard to watch her suffer and watch her die. Once she died I realized how great of memories we had and all the fun times we had together. After that there were no more memories to be made with her again. That was like the saddest I have ever been. When we drove home we were all very depressed. The funeral was very depressing. There were lots of tears and sadness. Although I barely remember it I do remember how sad I was. She was buried close to the cemetery where my brother Jacob is. We now visit her sometimes at her buried body. We had to sell her house where my mom grew up. I can still picture her house in my head and I still have the bells that were on her back door. I miss her very much. But now she is in a better place and I think about her like every