Chapter 1 Part 1

Black was the only colour I could see, veils, dresses, and suits. My grandmother had died and I am at her funeral. There were many people there. The funeral home was in a small town where my grandmother used to live. It was a dull and ugly place no bright colours or flower to give the sad ones a sense of hope or a sense to move on and be happy, no, just a dull, drab and ugly place to feel sorry for yourself. I was also crying but the way I cried didn’t even compare to the rest of the crowed. The crowd was filled with sad crying friends and relatives. My mother and Aunt Linda were crying the most, both of them with red faces, red sore noses and breathing as if they had just come back from a 100k marathon. Although Aunt Linda was crying awfully hard anyone who knew her could tell that the only reason that she was crying was because she had to pay any more than a dollar towards her mother’s funeral let alone anything to do with her mother.
                                                                          to be continued...