Death. Something I hate, a lot. It tears you up like a shedder. Into pieces it leaves you. When I was in 6th grade, my grandpa die. I was very sad and depressed because that summer I was supposed to go and see him. It took me a whole week to get over his death, maybe even more than that. I t was hard because we couldn’t make to the funeral because he lived in Ukraine. After that I really had no deaths in my life. Life was happy and cheerful and bright all until June 2015 my aunt got very sick. She was in the hospital for 2 weeks. The doctors ran a lot of test on her. After a couple weeks she got her results, she had cancer. When my mom told me, my heart dropped I felt like time stopped as I sat there in shock. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. …show more content…
I needed to catch up on sleep anyway. We arrived and stayed at my aunt’s house we just sat around talked, had lunch, lounged around half of the day, then we stated to get ready. We left to go to the funeral. We got stuck in traffic. Me and my siblings tried to cheer each other up by telling jokes which kind of work. Finally, we barely made it. There was horrible traffic and it took us two whole hours to drive. It was a good idea we left a lot earlier and the funeral started later to. It was depressing we said our final goodbyes. I stood and cried in front of the coffin. She was truly and amazing person to get to know. Lots of thought ran through my head. That night I just crashed into bed the next day came. And it was our last and final time. Our final goodbye, the final time I could see her body. The final time I get to say something while seeing her face. As the coffin rolled down into the dirt my legs were shaken. Never have I ever experienced something like this. I have been to funeral just I’ve never been to anybody close to me. This was even hard to write about if you ask me. Just in a blink of an eye she was gone. As I watched my uncle and cousin by heart skipped a few beats. It killed me inside. They were torn