Damaged

Chapter 1:

Every since my grandmother died, my family hasn't been the same.
Nothing but sorrow and, restlessness has been here; as soon my only guardian departed this here earth.
Fighting the battle of Breast Cancer, consumed the strongest woman that the Smith Family ever knew. Here I am, sitting on a pew in the Baptist church my Grandmother attended.
Subtle cries and sniffles grew from the crowd, as her children and grandchildren viewed her lifeless body.
My aunt edged me off the seat, to say my last goodbyes. Approaching her white and silver casket, Pastel Hydrangeas and Tulips stood beside it.
My grandmother lying there peacefully, with a slight smile of no more suffering of sickness. I felt myself trembling of sudden fear and my eyes began to tear.
As my aunt began to nudge me to touch my grandmother for the last time, I couldn't. I just couldn't. The elder that I knew; lauded there with pale coco skin, her long silver tresses pulled into a small bun, and the egg shell white pearls she always used to wear. Her hands lightly held by hear waist with a crisp white handkerchief. Distant cousins, Family friends, even our neighbors awaited in line to show their respects to my Grandmother.
North meets South in all one unfortunate occasion.
After the crowd begun to settle down, it was time for friends and family to come up to the podium and read aloud their written goodbyes, to the spirit of Dianne Smith. Being the shy ole' me, I really wanted to say something when I had the chance but, Anxiety overwhelmed me. Before the funeral ended, the burial ceremony was next.
The most hardest part, emotionally and physically for me...
Everyone was seated in the church, not even one pew wasn't filled. The church was hot; not to make it worse but, the roaring cries from sleepy babies. Children fidgeting pulling at their mother dresses and skirts. Men dressed in suits, pulling at their ties to loosen them. The pianist played an melancholy tune, as the pallbearers carried my Grandmother casket down the aisle of the church. Muffled cries with tissues and handkerchiefs we heard softly over the crowd. Once, the casket was carried out into the heat of the summer out the door, funeral directors moved the crowed along.
It seemed like forever to be exited out of the church. At last, my aunt held my hand and guided me through the crowds of people to be walked over to the tent, where the casket was. She managed to get through the crowd, to be front right in the center of the viewing of burial. The casket was closed. While she was still above ground, the pastor said a prayer and released a white dove into the humid air above. Each person was allowed to throw their flower (including myself) into the open grave, after the casket was lowered into the ground.
My Grandmother was finally laid at rest peacefully. I whispered to myself, "I love you momma."