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. That morning I entered the funeral home and my family and I entered the room: this was the last time I would see my grandmother. She lay there while I stood there watching her, from granddaughter to grandmother. She looked completely like herself, other than the makeup which wasn't her at all. My grandmother was Apostolic, so 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 a relief to see her so peacefully looking like herself in her handmade rose-colored blouse and