Today was my grandma Darlene's funeral. It wasn't my best day I have ever had but strangely it wasn't my worst. I loved being told memories and stories of my grandma and grandpa, I loved remembering my own times with her. I hated seeing her small little body, which still was so pretty with her perfect hair and painted nails, just being so still, my grandma was never still. All of us grandkids and great-grandkids, ranging from 37 years old to one sang a song and it was such a overwhelming thing to look at our four set of parents, so proud of their posterity and so sad to have lost both parents. I loved seeing all of the people's whose lives were touched by my grandma and I loved seeing old pictures. It made me wonder what she and my grandpa acted like before I knew them... If I met them when they were the same age as I am if we would be friends. I hate when people tell me she is in a better place because the place she was at with all of us was pretty good. I am happy her and my grandpa are together again, I hope my dad gave her a hug. Today was good but today was also hard. The hardest part for me is that I feel like an era in my life has ended, I hate that I just have memories and pictures now. I just wish I could call her one more time or visit and joke and laugh with her.
My life will always be a little bit better because of the woman I got to call 'grandma'.
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•family is so important
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I wrote this about her last fall after a Sunday visit at her house.
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