Chapter Six, page 5
Ginny invited me to come to the funeral home to pay my last respects even though I had never met her sister. I had never met her parents either, but Ginny was my friend, so I went. I felt extremely awkward and didn’t know what to say.
My mom drove me to the funeral home on a rainy and cold spring evening. It was already getting dark when we arrived. I felt scared and nauseous, trying desperately not to think about what I would see – a dead girl. I remembered how eerie my grandfather’s funeral had been and how I had hoped I would never feel that way again. However, I had promised my friend I would be there for her, so I put my own feelings aside for her sake.
When we parked in the parking lot of the funeral home, I inhaled a huge gulp of air. I held onto it for a few seconds then slowly released it. The windows fogged up. My hands were sweaty even though it was freezing outside. After my mom turned the car off, we sat in the dark with only the parking lot lights sending small beams of light through the car windows. There was only silence until I said, “I’m ready” and clicked open the car door. My mom went in with me. I suddenly felt very small and frightened. I wanted to hold my mom’s hand, but I chose not to. I didn’t want to look like a baby.