Eulogy For Grandmother

I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. Growing up on the farm in Galva, I would ride in the tractor, fish, help with chores, and do everything else my dad did. We even took daily naps together. We were inseparable. On January 5th, 2008, my sister and I had a sleep over at grandmas house, about 5 miles away from our house. Early the next morning, I was woken up by the sound of people talking and crying. I sat up quickly, thinking it was all just a dream. It was still dark out, but the yard light was the sun shinning bright. I jumped out of bed to see what all the noise was. I found my mother lying on the couch, crying.
“What’s wrong mom?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. She just sat there and cried more. Did I do something wrong? My grandma came and sat
Why are so many people here and why are they all crying?” I asked my grandma.
Grandma started to cry too. I was so confused. No one would answer me. I looked around the room, but the one person I was looking for wasn’t here. What was only a few minutes, seemed like forever until my grandma and mother finally answered my question. They told me in a calm voice that my dad had gone to heaven. I knew what that was. It’s the place my Sunday school teacher would tell me about; it’s the place that God and Jesus are.
I knew we had to tell my sister what had happened. She was supposed to go hunting with him the next morning. We woke her up and told her the news. She immediately started to scream and cry. I was only five years old, about to turn six in four months. I didn’t know exactly what had happened or what to feel, but the feeling I got when I saw my sister scream and cry felt like I was punched in the stomach.
The visitation was two days later. I remember my mom taking my sister, my brother, and I up to the casket. He was wearing his favorite Iowa hat like always. My mom took his hat off, running her fingers through his dark, brown, thick hair. I had seen enough. I went and sat on my grandma’s