Diary entry from Aug. 3, 2006.- 15 years old
I'm in the car from the funeral [Aunt Sandy's].
I put in a rose, and shoveled 3 scoops of dirt into the grave.
It was the saddest moment.
At one point people were laughing and celebrating her life.
Celebrating life vs. morning death?
Ruby [her husband] was sick, he has nothing left. He is a lonley man, no more wife, in his 80s.
His reasons for living
1. Daughter ( One passed away very young from breast cancer)
2. Step grandchildren.
3. ??
Chemotherapy is slowly killing him.
His heart is broken
Its so sad, everyone dies.
"We are all visitors"- great grandpa.
We need to take life and fulfill it with joy and praise.
- I felt like voming in the car from office to plot. I felt so sick. I almost burst.
- I think I am mature, but today was alot for someone to cope with.
- putting dirt on the grave was the hardest part.
- i knew the entire mourners kaddish, saying it at a funeral changed the meaning and memory attached to it. (I used to associate it with saying it with friends during daily prayers)
- We left the cemetery, turned around, and washed our hands off.
- If we hadn't I would have cried.
Soon after Ruby died.
And after Ruby died, I became obsessed with death.
