A Tissue That Holds Memories.

At Grospa's (David Kornelius Loewen) memorial, there was most of my Loewen family. All there together but under the wrong circumstances...When the services started i tried my hardest not to cry, I tried not to watch as others did, I tried not to breakdown as the words left the speakers lips. But no matter how hard i tried i did cry eventually...but at first it was only acouple tears at a time,But when it finally came, it was when my grampa went up to talk. Ive never seen him cry in my ENTIRE life, Hes always been this strong guy that wouldn't show his emotions. After he left i thought my tears would cease....but No my Mom got up...THEN FREAKING WATERFALLS CAME. Listening to my mom go up there and speak...it just hit so many emotions. My great cousin? Albert spoke the most, he made us laugh, cry, smile, and treasure what we have. He said that the loewens have always been able to stand tall and be proud of who we and our family are, But the thing is When i heard that...i was up against a wall (slouching) I straightened my back and got off the wall. I swear it was if i grew! Ive never felt that tall before i actually recognized my height and i started to "stand tall". That day hath changed me...i dont know what exact part of it did but it made me proud of who i am and who i have in my life. They spoke of how grospa brought his boys up to be respectful strong willed men that knew how to treat people. So im glad my family is who they are, cause if i wasnt raised the way i was...I fear id be a worse person...BTW HAPPY NEW YEAR