When my grandmother died of cancer and I had went to the Funeral home it was the most horriblest things i have ever felt in my life. Her body was freezing cold and she looked unlively and pale.
I looked at her terrified of the thought that her eyes might open and she'd pull me in the casket with her. Fortunately my mother wouldnt let me stay long. But i felt this urge to cry and my chest hurt so bad. I just wanted to die with her. She was the only real thing to a grandmother i had ever had. My true grandmother didnt want anything to do with me. This woman, however, accepted me into her heart. I felt like my world was falling apart. Everything that I had ever known was "going down the drain" To this day, Im not over her death, I cant go to where she was buried because it bothers me way too much.