My small little family decided that they should make the best of it and hold a furural. It would be held on January 21. The days went by fast and it was time for the funeral. I dressed in the nicest black dress I could find. I rushed to my diary and wrote about how I felt. I was very emotional but I knew I would get though these tough times of loss. It was finally time to go to the church were the funeral was being held. 5 Minutes later I walked in the church with my family. Just before the service I managed to slip into the bathroom and check the clock. "Wow," I thought it's 8:00am. The service started and I san a sad song for my sister Candace. After that, the pastor gave a speech for Candace. We left after and I ran in to the house and wept. My favorite sister was gone.
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