Personal Narrative: My Mother's Funeral

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“At some point you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life.” - Anonymous. My grandma went into a coma this morning after having a stroke. My mother received the call around five this morning. I woke up to the sound of my mother on the couch blowing her nose into what must have been an entire box of Kleenex. When she finally noticed me observing her from the doorway, she told me the news. I don’t know if my grandma will live or if she will die. My father is already basically absent from my life, and I don’t know if I can survive another person abandoning me. We visited her every day right after school for three days. We'd just sit with her and stare at her tired, worn out face constantly chatting to her and occasionally not. Everyday we wished and prayed that she would finally wake up. “Mom, Why did this have to happen to us?” I asked, the only question that has…show more content…
There were stunning pink roses by her casket. I remember her telling me how they were her favorite type of flower. Although they were a gorgeous touch to the funeral it just made me think about her more, and how she won't ever be able to see or smell them again. The funeral seemed to last forever as I sat there and cried. When it was over I could hear a man holler my name. I could hardly recognize the voice as it was my father. He came over to me and embraced me so tightly my lungs could of probably broke. I could feel how his jacket was the material of something rough and itchy. However, I didn’t understand how I was feeling because I was frustrated yet delighted that he was here with me. “How about we go get some icecream, kiddo?” my father said with a soft voice. “Sure’” I replied calmly. We got our ice cream at Dairy Queen. He asked me many questions to get caught up with my life. After awhile it was just silence and I could taste the creamy chocolate ice cream on the roof of my mouth. “I miss her,” I

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