A few days ago my great grandma passed away. Tuesday (the 4th) was the viewing. It was very sad, and especially to see my great grandpa. He’s holding up well, but is very sad as you might imagine. Today was the actual funeral. It was really nice. A bunch of people got up and shared stories growing up with her, or just being around her. I never knew how amazing she was as a grandma to my mom, uncle, and aunt. It was an amazing experience to go to that and actually learn more about her. Being there, for the viewing and the funeral really opened my eyes more. You think of somebody dying, it and doesn’t seem all bad. But when it’s somebody you know and really care for, it’s just a mind-blowing experience. Losing my great grandma was the first real death in the family that has affected me. There have been deaths before, but they were all other relatives that I never really knew. It’s just.. I don’t even know the right words for it. I can’t even seem to comprehend about someone can be there, and the next day they’re not.
Praying for you…