Death
Death Death (for me) has always been a very hard and emotional thing to go through. Ever since I can remember I have always taken death of a loved one or a friend harder than anyone else. It might be because I wasn’t allowed to cry and let go of my emotions at an early age, or the fact of becoming embarrassed when people see me cry, I don’t know but when someone close to me dies I want stop, shun from the world, and crawl into a hole and never come out. My first funeral I had gone to was in November 1991. I was seven years old and it was Grandmother on my dad’s side who had died. I remember every part of her funeral like it was yesterday. The funeral home wasn’t full of sad crying faces, but of happy rejoiceful people that looked as if someone had just celebrated a birthday. I was in shock. On TV when someone died they cried and that’s all I knew.