My Life: I Have A Time In Your Life

Have you ever had a time in your life when time stops, and your world comes to a halt? That happened to me a while ago. It started out as a normal Friday morning. I got up got dressed, eat breakfast, and went to work. It was quite a busy day. That morning I couldn’t find my work shoes, so I had to wear my converse. Which get quite uncomfortable after a few hours of standing. Well when the time came to leave I was dead tired, my feet ached and all I wanted to do was go home, sit down and relax. Well, when I got home my dad was on the phone with my mom. He was talking in a serious voice and had tears in his eyes. When he hung up I asked what was wrong. He said my grandpa was on life support. It hit me. The only way my grandpa was staying alive
I walked in and it just didn’t feel the same. Grandpa wasn’t sitting in his chair by the window. It was empty. There was a lot of crying that day. Then in the afternoon lots of people came to make funeral arrangements. After everyone left we packed up and drove the long two hours home again. The next couple of days nothing seemed right, we were all sad, especially my mom. Then the day came to go and get ready for the funeral. We drove two hours again. That afternoon I helped clean out the shop, and got ready to have the funeral meal there. Then the next day was the day of the viewing. When the undertaker wheeled my grandpa in on a coffin I couldn’t hold it in no more. I was trying to be brave, but seeing his white body just laying there it was too much to bear. Since we lived two hours away I only got to see my grandpa a couple times a year, but that didn’t mean I still didn’t love him. I did, and knowing he was gone put a hole in my heart. There wasn’t much time to get composed till people started coming, there was lots of them. My grandpa was an auctioneer, and traveled a lot so he knew lots of people. I know they were all trying to help and be nice, but I just wished they would have left and I could be left alone. It was 10:00 till it was over. That night I sank into
Then I had to get up and get dressed in my black dress for the funeral. In the shop we had a short sermon and prayer till before the funeral. After that we all got in cars for the funeral procession from my grandma’s house to the church. That day it was rainy and dark. It made that day feel one hundred times sadder. Before they lowered him in the grave my family got one last look at our grandpa, father, husband, and father-in-law. Then they closed the top of the coffin and we started walking to the graveyard. The preacher said a few words then they lowered in him in the grave. Then the sound of dirt and gravel hitting the coffin came to my ears. I can say that was the worst feeling I have ever experienced in my fourteen years of life, watching my grandpa getting buried. While the hole got filled, they said some more words none of which I remember anymore. Then it started raining again the rain mixing with my tears. When the hole was nearly filled I walked into the church and sat through a long sermon. When it was finally over I got back in the car and went to my Grandmas house for the lunch. The food tasted good after standing in the cold. The afternoon dragged on. When the last person finally left I was exhausted. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning we left for home