Death

When I was 12 I totally understood what death meant but unsure  if  ghosts and demons truly existed.

On my 13 birthday my grandmother passed away .  There were people crying  and children weeping.  But the strangest thing I felt nothing. I was just numb.  I thought there was something wrong with me for not wanting to cry or show any emotion. 

After the funeral we went out for dinner to fancy restaurant, although no one knew that at this restaurant was the one my grandmother used to deliver roses too.  As a matter of fact it was one of the two places my grandmother called her home away from home. The workers took one look at who we were and denied us service.  As I stood up froze I saw a back door.  I screamed as loud as I could  "GRANDMA"