I looked into the coffin, taking in my grand-daddy's face, not knowing if it will be the last. I bite my lips, fighting back my tears, as the coffin was wheeled past me, into the van awaiting. My tears dropped, as I laid my hands on the van, Amazing Grace playing in the background. A prayer was made, and I barely heard it all. The van slowly moved, and we silently followed, hands pushing slightly against the van. I saw my daddy's red eyes, and I felt his pain. The van moved faster and our hands flicked off, to sent my grand-daddy on his final journey. My tears continued up the bus, on the way to Mandai. I was so afriad. I want to be daddy's stong girl.

The final memorial service came to a close and we made our way to the coffin for the final time. I laid a flower on the coffin, barely glancing at my grand-daddy's face, for it hurts me so much. I saw all resolve broke down and I couldnt help myself too. As we proceed to the viewing room, my daddy turn back and said, "bye bye, papa" and I felt all his pain. My tears dropped furiously, heart aching with helplessness.

At the viewing room, my heart hung in my mouth. I was so afriad, so afriad. The coffin moved past us, proceeding to the furnance. My dada keep repeating, "papa papa, bye bye, papa' and I felt all his pain. The furnace door opened and swallowed up my grand-daddy, coffin and all. The reality sink in, that I can no longer see him. Daddy's strong girl dies and my cries was heard. Daddy turned around and hug me tight. I sobbed into his arms and wipe my nose on his shirt. I'm so afriad, afriad of death.

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