Burial :(
This blog is about something very sad. My grandmother died the February 25th. She was 81 years old and it seemed like she would be here always. I know I wasn’t the one closest to her, but I was still very upset when I heard.
It was my father who told me just as I was about to go to work Friday morning. And I immediately went to work and told them how I felt and what had happened and my boss sent me home to spend the day with my family.
Then Wednesday the 2nd of March she was to be buried. We all went to the chapel and every last one of us was affected by it. My grandmother was the oldest generation, she’s connected to all of us and if it wasn’t for her none of us would be here.
The ceremony was so beautiful, the priest is so good at putting himself in the situation where he speaks from his own heart and he makes people listen. He didn’t make it tacky or anything. It didn’t seem like he just stood there talking about some random old woman he never knew. It felt like he knew her, which he probably did, cause she knew everyone <3
I was really nervous about the funeral because I was certain I would bawl my eyes out. – I did cry but not as hard as I feared I would. It wasn’t unbearable and when we met at my aunt’s house afterwards we actually had a nice time and laughed a bit. That’s what she wanted. <3
Rest in peace, Nan – I love you ^.^
