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i dont want anymore sadness. i dont like crying D:
hello all of my fellow kr members and friends. i have very bad news to reveal today. since it is 1:00 am around there for me this would hae been yesterday. i am sorry to say that.. well.. my grandmother has died july 9th. yesterday my whole entire family (cousins aunts and uncles) were put in seperate cars and we had to follow.... a hearse. my grandmother was in a casket in the back. (i dont understand what the S in the back of the hearse means or stands for?) i had helped with loaidng the casket in. She had died of a severe case of pneumonia. From a venolator in the hospital, the pressure caused a severe lung infection. after her lung collapsed. There was nothing they could do about it. its like uncurable. She was flown by chopper to Albany (my state, NY's capital) Med. Lots of my family members went there and waited for her to die. It was my first time seeing someone dead in real life. there was a huge frown. i know because if someones dead their muscles dont work at all. wich helps them hold their mouth up in a smile. (i wondered if we were to lift her eyelid we would see just white since her soul would have left her body by the by then) (((. . . = periods of time. next day. back to beginning of topic))) . . . . . . . . . . . . We were told to follow the hearse (like most cars do) to the nearby church, where we would bless her. There i was able to see more of my aunts and uncles + cousins. even saw a friend that went to my school.
after we had said prayers, gave peace, took body of christ and blood of christ, we put her back in the hearse and we went to the cemitary. Of course there would be many people that noticed the heare and let us in. even some of my state's CP units (civil protection aka cops aka police
) were there to protect. there was a tent with seats where the priest from the church was. we did final blessings and talked a bit. we were able to take roses from the flowers over the casket. My grandfather, my mom, one of my aunts, and i took a rose for memory. we left the casket there for the administraters of the cemitary to burry her casket in the ground. We left. The hearse had returned to the funeral home or the garage it came from.
My parents have left. I almost cried but held it in real tight. my throat was all tight from the shedding of tears wich was about to happen, but didnt. again, i held it in. Eveyone in my family was shedding tears out of there eyes. im the only one who didnt
It wasnt because i didnt care for her at all. i did. she would cook me very very great food. and now i will miss that. its just that... i dont like crying. when i am going to, i try to hold it in the best i can. When we got home, 2 of my aunts, 2 of my uncles, 2 of my cousins and me got in our pool (deep end is 8 1/2 feet deep pressure gets ur ears down there sometimes >_<) wich really made us feel better. we had a war by throwing the sinkers/water bombs/water balls (dont say that sounds wrong :3) at each other but we all felt better afterwards. this is something tough that i had to go through yesterday. thanks guys for reading
i dont want anymore sadness. i dont like crying D:hello all of my fellow kr members and friends. i have very bad news to reveal today. since it is 1:00 am around there for me this would hae been yesterday. i am sorry to say that.. well.. my grandmother has died july 9th. yesterday my whole entire family (cousins aunts and uncles) were put in seperate cars and we had to follow.... a hearse. my grandmother was in a casket in the back. (i dont understand what the S in the back of the hearse means or stands for?) i had helped with loaidng the casket in. She had died of a severe case of pneumonia. From a venolator in the hospital, the pressure caused a severe lung infection. after her lung collapsed. There was nothing they could do about it. its like uncurable. She was flown by chopper to Albany (my state, NY's capital) Med. Lots of my family members went there and waited for her to die. It was my first time seeing someone dead in real life. there was a huge frown. i know because if someones dead their muscles dont work at all. wich helps them hold their mouth up in a smile. (i wondered if we were to lift her eyelid we would see just white since her soul would have left her body by the by then) (((. . . = periods of time. next day. back to beginning of topic))) . . . . . . . . . . . . We were told to follow the hearse (like most cars do) to the nearby church, where we would bless her. There i was able to see more of my aunts and uncles + cousins. even saw a friend that went to my school.
after we had said prayers, gave peace, took body of christ and blood of christ, we put her back in the hearse and we went to the cemitary. Of course there would be many people that noticed the heare and let us in. even some of my state's CP units (civil protection aka cops aka police
) were there to protect. there was a tent with seats where the priest from the church was. we did final blessings and talked a bit. we were able to take roses from the flowers over the casket. My grandfather, my mom, one of my aunts, and i took a rose for memory. we left the casket there for the administraters of the cemitary to burry her casket in the ground. We left. The hearse had returned to the funeral home or the garage it came from.My parents have left. I almost cried but held it in real tight. my throat was all tight from the shedding of tears wich was about to happen, but didnt. again, i held it in. Eveyone in my family was shedding tears out of there eyes. im the only one who didnt
It wasnt because i didnt care for her at all. i did. she would cook me very very great food. and now i will miss that. its just that... i dont like crying. when i am going to, i try to hold it in the best i can. When we got home, 2 of my aunts, 2 of my uncles, 2 of my cousins and me got in our pool (deep end is 8 1/2 feet deep pressure gets ur ears down there sometimes >_<) wich really made us feel better. we had a war by throwing the sinkers/water bombs/water balls (dont say that sounds wrong :3) at each other
but we all felt better afterwards. this is something tough that i had to go through yesterday. thanks guys for reading "Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude." -Denis Waitley
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