The next day was the day that I was buried I followed my parents to the church that we have gone to since I was little.It reminded me of a castle with its high walls and colorful stained glass windows that shined when the sun hit them…there were so many people all dressed in what I assumed to be raven black.Some gave speeches others sang…to a point it was peaceful.Even though they all couldn't see me standing next to the closed dark wooden casket that was completely covered in flowers but I knew they all knew I was among them,listening to them.After the ceremony I realized that everyone will be ok..that they would want me to find my peace….that it is ok to finally rest at peace.That's when i felt a tap on my shoulder.
