Knowing this was going to be my 100th post I had been putting it off from a while
It couldn't have been just any post.
it had to be something important
Today was something important.
Today I attend Felicia's grandmother's funeral
As I parked in the church parking lot and saw the hearse I tried to remember the last funeral I had been to.
The only one that came to mind was my own grandmother's funeral.
Unable to get that image out of my mind,
the funeral was extremely emotionally hard on me
Besides the pastoral hymns and readings
Towards the end of the service
they asked friends and family members to come up
and say their favorite memory of the deceased
Every time a family member stood up to tell a story or a memory
all I saw was one of my aunts or uncles, or my mother standing up there.
It was like my grandmother had died all over again,
13 years later.
One friend of the family that stood up stated that
we shouldn't be mourning her death
but celebrating her life.
I must say,
that is not the first time I've heard that statement
I also have to say that
even after 13 years,
celebrating a life seems like a impossible task.
A women I hardly knew
compared to my cousins, older brother and her children
died for a second time today after 13 years.
I was 7 when she died the first time, I am 19 now.
I miss you Memére.
