…… It was a sad day the smell of wet Earth sat on my tongue as we drove down the highway. I watched as raindrops raced down my window. “Drip drop plop,” as the raindrops on my car fell to the ground surrounding my car. As we made our way down the highway a rather large fire truck red truck made a swift turn nearly colliding with our car. The energy in the car went from heartbroken, to alarmed, to angry, and back to heartbroken in a matter of seconds. When we arrived at the funeral my family and I began to mourn heavily knowing that my grandad was never coming home ever again. The smell of death and sorrow in the funeral home was so strong it turned my stomach inside out. As the service carried on I walked up to the podium to give my speech