My feet were dragging as I struggled to put one foot in front of the other and make it up the small set of stairs in front of me. I was moving on autopilot. My body numb; a huge pit of dread in my stomach, leaving me feeling a horrible, dull, sick ache. I clutched my husband’s arm to steady myself as the funeral director opened the door for us. The last thing I wanted to do was walk through the front door of Watson’s, the local funeral home. I’ve been in that building too many times to count, but this time was different. This time, it was our family who had stood for hours the previous evening, greeting the long line of people who had come to pay their respects. It was our family who had to try to smile and reminisce about the good times while fighting the immense pain and grief of losing the rock of our family. It was my grandpa, laying in a casket, amidst the mourners in the chapel; and it would be the very last time, in this world, that I would ever get to see him.
A blast of cold air and the sickening sweet smell of funeral flowers hit my face as the door…show more content… He was a wonderful example of how one should live their life. He was a Christian, and was very involved with his church and he would go out of his way to help anyone in need. He was a farmer and worked hard every day from sun up to sun down. He had a great sense of humor and was always cracking jokes, even up till the very end. He taught me so many ways to live my life such as; always put God and family first, to enjoy the simple things in life, and to always pray for the needs of others. He taught me that service is a privilege and not a burden so always do what you can to help others. He also instilled in me that no matter if you think you will win or lose, that you should always give 100% and try your absolute best in everything that you do. That way if you do lose you will at least know that you tried your hardest to