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The funeral was today and i go at 7:30. i got up at 6:30 to get ready, i couldnt sleep at all last night. The funeral was very sad, we stayed at the temple until 9 and thats when they took my grandpa to the cemetery. I rememer this one time when i saw a line of cars for a funeral, and it's now weird being on the inside looking out. We got to the cemetery and that was when i started to cry. It hurt even more to see my two grandmas. One was his only sister, they both were really close because growing up they only had each other. Then there was my grandma, his wife, she almost fainted when she was at the coffin. She seemed to just want to hold my grandpa. She got to her knees and started praying to my grandpa.It hurt so much to see her like that. I miss her. I miss him. We later went back to the temple for the rest of the funeral. I didnt really know what was going on. I remember the monks telling us to hold these items and we had to pray with it in our hands, that was for all of my grandpa's children and their children. Later my two younger sisters, Sovanna (Who i thank very much for going with me) and i had a picnic. I called out of work today so i just went back home to sleep, and i just woke up. Hmmm. Blah.