Funeral Home Research Paper

True love from the Funeral Home

We all have different ways on how we hold funerals and for us Hmong people, our funerals are either Christian theme meaning church standard and Traditional meaning old school from when our great-grandparents was still holding these type of funerals. It’s always fun because there are always food, drinks, friends, family, and girls. Our funerals tend to run on a Friday afternoon until the day of burial usually Sunday or Monday.

On a cool, summer night of 2000, my parents took me to a funeral. At first I was skeptical about going because I was only 16 and come on, it was summer. Since I didn’t know the deceased, my father told me that the elderly lady who passed away was my aunt’s mother-in-law. After arriving

She was 16 and lived in Monroe, NC which was only 30 minutes away from me. I muster up the courage to go up to her and chat with her. She was friendly and loved to laugh. Within a few minutes we hit it off. We exchange numbers and email and before the night was over, she was beside me anywhere I went and hung out with me until she had to leave. We started calling each other and emailing one another for about 3 months or so believing that this was a start to a beautiful relationship, but then she broke the news to me. She was moving out of state. Sadly, I wanted to see her one last time but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t old enough to drive yet. When I called on the day that she was leaving, all I got was a disconnected message and that was

None of my emails I sent to her were replied. It seemed like she just vanish in thin air. Then after 6 years of me moving on and not hearing anything from her, I got an unexpected instant message from a girl I had on my MSN Messenger. At first, she was toying with me saying how much she missed me and how she missed the way I made her feel when we were together. Hint after hint, I gave up and eventually, she told me who she was and all I could do was just look at the screen with her name typed in the messenger window. I immediately ask, “What’s your number?” and instantly, the number popped up on the monitor. I called and she picked up on the first ring and to my surprise again, she was back in town and staying permanently. We chatted for a bit and then I ask if I could meet her and she said what I’ve been waiting to hear after so long, “YES.” We met at a Wal-Mart and from behind, she ran up to me and hugged me around my waist, locking her hands and not even a minute went by when tears burst out and all I could do was put my hands over