Goodbye

Chapter 2~The Funeral

"We're going to head to the chapel. So if any of you want to take one last look come on up." One of the guys that works for funerals spoke.

It was about time to go into the chapel for the funeral. I should go look one last time. I want to. Pretty much during the viewing I was sitting down, just because I couldn't handle seeing her laying there lifeless. This is your last chance to see her. I want to go look at her lifeless body one more time, and my heart break into a thousand pieces again, but, I just can't. I can't bring myself up from the chair. It was as if my feet were glued to the floor. Go Tasha. Go. No one got up, everyone just sat there, staring. I move my arms, about to get up, but my Grandpa steps forward. I lean back into my chair, waiting to know what my Grandpa was going to do. He walks up to the coffin and touches my Grandma's hand. Tears stream down his cheeks as he holds her hand one last time. He then starts to walk out of the room. Everyone gets up from there chairs and follows him. A lump starts to build in my throat, and tears well up in my eyes. I am behind my brother, Zak who is crying as well. I want to just sit in a corner and cry. I try to hold back some tears, but it doesn't work. I am crying so hard. The long line of people walk through the hallway leading to the chapel doors. The chapel doors open, and we all walk in, and I grab a program. There are some people in the chapel, that couldn't stay in the viewing because they are not relatives, so they all stair at the line of people walking to the first 3 or 4 rows in the front. To tryo to stop myself, I pull my side braid up to my mouth. My heart feels heavy, weightless. I just stare at the ground, not wanting anybody to see me cry. I sit in the third row, by my brother and sister. My aunt, uncle, and there children are in front of my sister, my Grandpa is in front of me, and my Aunt Helen, and Uncle Richard are behind us. My sister looks at me and takes my hand.  I look at the program, and on the front it has a picture of my Grandma, the date that she died (July 9th, 2012), and her name.

To start out the funeral, we sang I Need Thee Every Hour. I was too busy crying to sing, so, I just held the Hymn book, and looked at the words. I had the image of her in the coffin in my head. Then after that, Uncle John said the prayer.  The bishop, who was conducting the whole thing, got up and said that Jennifer was going to sing a song. So, Aunt Jennifer got up, and sang The Stage is Bare. I sat there listening. It was so pretty. That was the first time I ever heard her sing. I didn't know she could sing. As I sat listening, tears started to well up in my eyes again, and you guessed it, more tears fell. The spirit was there, and I felt so overwhelmed.

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