|By Sarah Stafford, Age 13|
|My baby sister, Hanna Michelle, went up to heaven on August 27. Because of her problems, she was developmentally behind and weighted only four pounds.
The next few days were spent preparing for her funeral, which was schedule for the day before I started fifth grade.
Many of my friends came to the funeral to show their support and loyalty. I read a scripture from the Bible and had to swallow my tears until I returned to my seat. Jesus Loves Me, one of my favorite songs, was sung during her funeral.
After the service, my family and our relatives drove to the cemetery in a car marked with flags reading: “Funeral”.
Now, two years later, the sharp pain has mostly worn off, yet I cry sometimes when I think of her. Through all of this, my family has definitely been brought closer together.