Writing with Detail- Funeral Feels

     The chiming of the church bells pounds in my head as my family and I walk through the doors. The smell of flowers quickly surrounds me as if I am being wrapped in a blanket of overwhelming scents. I can hear stories of my grandpa flowing from families and friends. "He was a good man" is constantly being thrown around within conversations. As we sat in our seats, the chestnut brown bench is smooth and strong. It is not only holding my weight, but supporting every emotion that is about to pour out of me. The ceremony begins. As soon as I see my dad and three uncles carrying in my grandpa's casket I am no longer able to contain myself. My vision blurs and tears rapidly fill my eyes. Without any hesitation they start running down my cheeks and the salty liquid approaches my lips. It has come time for my family to step up to the casket to see my grandpa one last time. He looks as good as ever. The suit he wears is nicely pressed and it looks as if there is almost a slight smile upon his face. This is my final goodbye.