Expressive reflective writing On the morning of April 25th 2015, I thought it was going to be just another normal day but little did I know that I was going to learn something that would change that day forever. I was sitting in the living room listening to music on my IPod. Then my mom came into the room and said that my cousin Alicia had passed away the day before. I didn’t believe it at first but then I realized that Alicia was actually gone. I asked my mom how she passed and she said that my cousin had taken her own life and she had just got off the phone with my aunt. Later that day my friend came over and I told her what happened and she started crying and she hugged me and told me everything would be okay. That day passed very slowly …show more content…
He was talking about how if we wanted to go up to the casket to say goodbye we could even though it might be hard, he also told us that it was okay to cry. We left the house to head to the funeral home. There was a few hours before the funeral just for the family to be together and say their goodbyes. When we got there I felt like it was just a dream and that she was still alive. We got out of the car and met up with everyone so that we could walk in together. As we were walking toward the funeral home I was trying to be strong, because there had already been a lot of tears and I knew that she wouldn’t want me to be sad and cry but I couldn’t help it.
When I walked up to the casket I started to cry and I told her that I loved her and would miss her. When I walked away my cousin Jake pulled me into a hug and told me that she was my guardian angel now. Then the pastor had us all go into the family room so that they could close the casket. Then we all took our seats for the service. I remember sitting through the service and listening to the pastor tell the memories that people gave him to read about her. My favorite memory with her was when I was in eighth grade and we were painting my aunt 's bathroom and started bickering about something and both ended up covered in purple paint, afterwards we still laugh about it. I remember walking out of the funeral home with my family and