The next day I attended one of my best friend's mother's funeral. I hadn't seen my friend in a good few years so it felt very awkward for me but I was pleased I would actually have a chance to go and pay my respects in person. I was expecting the worst, I really hate funerals, they can be really depressing and most of the time everybody cries but this one was different, my friend, his brothers and father did a really good job of keeping it together and didn't cry too much. Throughout the whole funeral all I could think about was the good times I had when I was younger around their house, all the good times and the bad. It brought a tear to my eye thinking that but I knew that she would have been very happy to see me again.