Personal Narrative: What A Funeral Is Really Like

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What a Funeral Is Really Like I have never been an emotional person and I don’t do funerals. I had never been to one before until G.G. died. G.G. was my Great Grandma Hazel Bertsch. She was such a special person and lived for her family. She was full of grace and love. Her hands were wrinkled and soft . They showed her age and hard working spirit. She had tiny little eyes that looked at you with a sparkle in the dark pupils. Hazel was a beautiful old woman. She passed away on a cold January day like the earth seemed sad to see her go. The wake was small. Her massive family came and some others from the small town of Menno, where she lived for pretty much her whole life. She would have loved it. There was stunning plants and flowers that

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