I'm done with funerals...
Thurday - May 5th - after school, I headed down to the auditorium for drama. The guys pulled the piano from the wings onto the stage and we started doing vocal warm ups. Well, Mrs. Steeves came up onto the stage and told me that my father was there. I was surprised to say the least, he never comes to my school, he hardly even speaks to me. I met him halfway up the aisle between the chairs and asked what was going on. He told me that my Nuther Nanny had passed away that morning.
The last time I had seen her, the last time I heard her voice, saw the sparkle in her eye, laughed at how opinionated and stubborn she was, the last time I hugged her, had been two months before at her son's (my uncle Steven) funeral. My final memory of her is of her depressed, defeated, distraught, completely shattered... I never got to say goodbye...
I hope that this is the last funeral for a while to come. I can't handle another one, I just can't...
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