The first time I realized people don't live forever was when I said goodbye to my great grandfather and the next day he died. So my mom told me that my great grandfather had died and when we went to the funeral the boys were carrying the casket and I told myself to stay strong but when we were walking down through the church my face started turning red and I could not hold it in anymore so I burst into tears. When I funeral was over I cried all the way home and the rest of the day and night. At night I was looking gat my card that my class gave to me and I started to cry again, but then I realized that no one lives forever. When I realized that it was hard to get through the next day, I was crying and I talked to my mom about not going to school and so I didn't but then the next day I went to school but I was still really sad so I went to talk to Mrs. J and we talked about death and I felt a little better.
The End.
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