I Love You

“Your grandma died last night.” My dad said in a sad voice. I broke down and started to cry. I started to think why me. I could not believe it. My grandma had died, and that’s when it all began. I I started to get lonely; I couldn’t think, and I was frustrated. The next day, I was sitting in my desk and I felt all alone trying not to cry, when my teacher asked “what’s wrong?” I responded in a sad voice. “My grandma died last night.” That’s when I busted into tears. On the inside, I didn’t want to tell her, because I knew I would cry, and I did. The more I thought about her, the more I got mad. At that moment, it came to me. A couple days ago my dad said if my grandma dies on Monday or Tuesday I could not go, but any other day I could. The problem was that it was Tuesday. At that point, I thought I could not go to my own grandma’s funeral. I felt really bad I was in science class just sitting and doing my work when Mrs. Tate asked me some questions, like how I was related to her. I got off the bus ready to walk home but my dad was going to give my sister and I a ride home to walk home but my dad was going to give my sister and I a ride home. My dad said
“When we get home you girls need to start packing.” My sister and I replied
“OK.” The next morning we got up 4:00A.M.and left at 5:00A.M. By the way, it takes 9 hours nonstop to get to Louisiana on the way; we stopped two times and made it in eight and a half hours. When we got to Louisiana, we went straight to my Uncle Jimmy’s house. We started to get ready for the wake at 4:30, because we are family, and family has to be early. At repetition we made it there in just a couple of minutes, I walked in the funeral home, and signed my grandma’s book of memories. After that, I walked in to the room where my grandma was. I was expecting to see her sitting, there as happy as can be, but it the opposite, she was not sitting there she was lying there. I don’t know how to explain it, but she did not look happy. I looked at her, and I had tears in my eyes.
I could not believe she was dead. She is not here anymore. It felt like yesterday when I saw her. When I looked at her close, I thought that’s not my grandma, when she was alive she had white hair, not gray. Another thing is that she never wore makeup, never in her life, and when I looked at her she had loads of it on. The only good thing is that she has on the dress she wore at my cousin’s wedding. I can’t really explain it, but it was vary pretty. I got done looking at my grandma, my cousin Alaina and I ran to the bathroom. We sat in there for a while and talked about our last moment with her and cried some more. We finally got up out of the bathroom and went back to see her again.
That night went on. It finally was 10:00 p.m., and we went home for the rest of the night. That night Alaina and I laid there saying stuff like
“Why did it have to happen to us” and some other stuff. Then fell to sleep.
The next morning we had to get up and get ready for the funeral. That morning we had to get ready for the funeral. That morning we had to go back to the funeral home and say one last prayer and then go to the grave yard. The person that owned the funeral home said good things then let friends and family go say one last prayer. When it was our turn to go to say something my face turned red because I did not want to cry, but finally it came out and when it did tears where everywhere. I cried so much I could barely breathe.
At that time I thought. “I’m not going to see her any more”. And then I thought the last words to her were

“I LOVE YOU!”