Journal Entry Of Sara's Funeral-Personal Narrative

Journal Entry Number 1, It wasn’t until we arrived at the funeral that it finally sank in. The emotions hit me like a tractor-trailer hitting a squirrel on the highway. The stabbing pain in my heart and the cloudiness of my vision caused by tears just made me weep harder. I observed my mom standing by the casket, looking at your lifeless body, staring into eternity. She appeared there physically, but you could tell her mind raced elsewhere as an unsettling darkness nestled in her eyes. At the end of the funeral, people I had never met before approached me and gave me hugs, telling me they pitied me. I felt weird and awkward with them, these people knew you, and cared enough to come to the service. Yet to me, I knew them as strangers. After we sobbed our final goodbye to you, Mom, Sara and I went back to the house. We all
My body, completely filled with all different types of emotions, rage, despair, and regret, I felt as if I could explode because of all the thoughts whirling through my head. I thought back to my childhood. When you and I used to play together every day after school, and once Mom gave birth to Sara, we would all play together and the happiness that accompanied those times. I remembered from ages five to fourteen every morning we would eat breakfast together, the same thing every weekday, two eggs, three pieces of toast, a cup of orange juice for me and coffee for you. Those breakfasts were great, however, the weekends were the best because we would always make my favorite, chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream. I enjoyed it because we bonded through cooking, or that’s how we grew closer. Besides cooking, I remember we would read books together and play all the time. I don’t think a day ever passed by where we didn’t hang out, where we didn’t talk. You and I, partners in crime, we used to tell each other everything. There were no secrets with us, we were best