I actually attended the funeral today, to my surprise, no one asked me for anything or wanted me to do anything everyone’s mind were in a world of their own, i took some advice from my friend where he told me “try to be social even if you don’t  like it”. I sparked a conversation about my grandmothers food and how she used to address me and everyone. During her burial i was speaking to my father about one of grandmothers dishes , he broke into tears. This was the very first time i ever saw my father cry i hugged him when he was crying . This made me cry aswell some of the relatives started laughing but i didn’t care.