It is about the continuing story of how a nine year girl weathered a storm, grandma died the next day, and now they are going to have a funeral for grandma that she was very close to.

The time has come to go to grandma’s funeral.  I was torn in staying home with the other kids or to go.  I did not want to go and my parents left it up to me.  I was close to grandma and was not sure how to or if I* wanted to say goodbye.  It was the last of memories of my grandmother.  I was so confused on what to do. Mom told me that the other family members that had small children were going to stay with a sitter and Seth will be there at the sitter’s house.  I could stay with them.  Dad told me that I should face up to death and accept it for what it was.  Death was a time in life we all have to face sooner or later. Mom had protected Seth and I from it as long as she could.  There comes a point in life when we need to step up to the plate and do it is what Dad said. 

I hugged Seth goodbye as I took Mom’s hand and walked to the car.  It was the longest ride I took ever.  The butterflies were strong the closer we got to the cemetery. I felt faint and my stomach was getting worse.  We arrived to the place we needed to be and we got out of the car.  I took Mom’s hand and we slowly walked to a chapel there. There was the coffin in front of the room and it was open.  Mom whispered to me if I could not look in then I should look away but we had to pay our last respects to her.  It was creepy being up there and was glad to have to take our seat.  We had to sit in front with the other relatives.  I was afraid but relieved. I was glad I came so I could see what all the fuss was all about.

The Memorial Service had taken a long time and I never understood why people had to say so much but I was glad when it was over.  It was hard to sit still so long.  They took grandma to what they called the graveside and we had to get into our cars and follow the Hurst to where it was going.  I could not help cry a bit but everyone else was crying a lot.  Mom’s eyes were red.  We got to where grandma was to be burred and everyone gathered around the hole in the ground and we were told to sit in the chairs. Now we had to listen to more words about grandma but this time it was shorter.

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