As I have stated went to my grandfather's brother funeral both saturday and sunday.
Was real tiring.
Saturday only reach there at 6 plus evening.
Back only in the midnight.
Slept at 2am and woke up at 6am.
Left the house early to have breakfast then headed to the place.
Very upset although we ain't that close.
All those memories just kept flashing back that I cried.
After walking a long way, daddy drive us to the place.
While in the car, I fall asleep.
Guess I was really tired.
Reached the place where they burn the body.
I can feel the pain in my heart.
We still get to see the coffin being push into the burner and closed.
I wanted to cry but I told myself to calm down.
Tomorrow is the last day of school.
Will be busy for the holiday.