The day that changed my life. It was 7am that morning, I woke up and put on my black dress with white lace at the top. I waited for my dad and brother to get ready while I waited, I sat down and thought to myself "how am I going to get through this today?" I have never found an answer to this question and probably never will. I entered the funeral home that morning and my family and I entered the room. It was the very last time I saw my grandmother. She lay there as I watched, Grandma's granddaughter. She looked completely the same, except for the makeup which wasn't her at all. My grandmother was apostolic and if you knew my grandmother you would know that she never wore makeup. Not in his entire life, in all 94 years. But it was rather relieving to see her looking so peaceful as she looked in her handmade pink blouse and