Sebastian's Sister (A Black Butler Ciel Phantomhive Love Story)

Funeral

Don't worry, this isn't the title of the chapter, guys. My great-grandmother died last Wednesday so I'm leaving tomorrow for her funeral. We were extremely close and I was only 3 weeks away from being able to see her. That hurt the most. Truth be told, I was a wreck for the weekend after it happened. Not sure how I'm gonna be this weekend. Anyways, school is almost over, although some teachers just love giving out projects, yaaaaaay. 2 weeks. I got this. We got this. I don't have an online class to take this summer so if I get a good computer, I'm gonna update. I realize I said that 3 months ago, and I'm so sorry, but my writers block was just terrible. I've got a chapter going now though, so when I can, I'll work on it.  Anyways, I'll be trying my best, and I appreciate everyone's support on my rants and whatnot. Till next time.

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Update~ That was the worst emotional pain I've felt in such a long time. My mom didn't even want to step in the church.  Seeing my Bobo ( great-grandmother) like that.... I didn't even get up to the coffin yet and I started to break down. When I got up there, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't do anything but cry at that point. We sat down, my mother was sobbing, I tried controlling it but still cried, my Nana (grandmother) was in front of us crying, and even my little brother was crying. That was the worse feeling ever. The service was about two hours long and afterwards, they took her away and we couldn't even go with her. The funeral directors messed up, so we can't bury her until Monday. We can bury her next to her husband, but I don't even think I can go.

Missing someone... you can see them everywhere. At the church where the service was held, that was the same church we threw her a surprise birthday party only 2 years ago. I passed the eating area when going to the bathroom and I could just see her sitting there, all of us around her, a tiara on her head, and it just being hot but everyone was laughing. At her house, I could hear her favorite shows playing underneath the sounds of other family members, I saw her walking to the kitchen, or sitting in her favorite red chair, watching tv with me. Before even going into the house, I can see her opening the screen door at night, talking to us through it, before actually letting us in. She was 82 and her next birthday was in less than 2 months. I was supposed to see her in less than a month, when I went up to Virginia for the summer. She was home alone, she fell, but she still crawled to the phone to try and get help. If they had just gotten there a few minutes earlier.... I hate the way she went. She didn't deserve it. But, what can you do, you know? She's gone and I can only hope that she's enjoying herself in Heaven. She deserves that. I loved her so much and I can't wait to see her again.