when i went into the sanctuary where the casket and all the pictures were i lost it and walked out and sobbed. i sat down on this bench and my uncle came over and sat beside me and put his arm around me. that meant a lot to me. when my dad died i didn't cry at his funeral. it physically hurt holding back all those tears then. i was so scared of people seeing me suffer and also i didnt want the focus to be on me. so i think it was really huge that i let myself cry in front of my family this time and even better that my uncle was compassionate towards me. i feel very proud that i went to the funeral, cried, and managed and even supported my mom.

the procession to the burial site was interesting. im not sure if they do this up north or not, but here in the south people stop their cars in the road as the funeral procession drives by. its their way of showing respect. everyone was stopped and it was like time was frozen. it was weird in a way to see all the traffic stopped. one motorcyclist had even taken his helmet off.

overall, the service was nice albeit difficult for us. but we all held strong and supported each other. there were a lot of people at her funeral. it was so nice that all of her friends showed up. my grandma loved to play bingo and all her bingo pals showed up. my grandma was loved very much.

sorry to blab so much about this. i thank you guys for your support. it means a lot to me.