It's always in the back of my head if on the day that my grandma,my grandpas kids and some few other family members went to the funeral chapel to talk with the people there if it had sunk into my family's head that my grandfather had committed suicide.
Before we got down to finding out what anything was going to cost they asked what had happened. At that point nobody was saying anything it was like a silent glaze. So I just opened my mouth and said well I guess sense we aren't aloud to see him one last time because of the situation. The guy looked at me like what do you mean. I said he shot himself in the side of the head so we can't see him one last time. The guy was like oh I'm so sorry he said he just received the file and hadn't had time to look at it.
I was upset at the situation. Which I knew everyone else was in there own way but I had to speak my mind it was hard to hold back.
My grandfather didn't want to be barred in a coffin he wanted to be cremated. Which it was hard to accept my grandfather deserved an amazing veterans ceremony. He didn't deserve to be put in a wood box and cremated, even if he did do what he did.
As my grandmother picked out the urn for my grandfather. They put us in the room were they would explain everything as far as prices and stuff. It amazes me that how much each service cost.
Sitting in that room listening to what was going to go on and when we were going to come back was so hard. I just sat that and couldn't believe that this was going to happen.
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