Death of a Goddess

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.

Author's Note

im not sure if this is what i was supposed to write but that was the closest thing to that i have felt.

Reviews

[Lyrical Love]

The loss of a loved one and the role they play in our lives
while they were on stage with us dancing...
That is one reason I prefer cremation or a closed casket.
The memories you had of her
shouldn't be shadowed with your last visit of terror.
Nevertheless, when you think of her remember the great conversations,
or what she was good at (baking your favorite dish), her smile, etc.
Visualize it. So that her memory LIVES on.
This is quite an emotional write...not sure what you were
trying to accomplish but considering the content it is
appropriately written (not poetic). Although it could be...