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My grandmother's wake continued into the night, but as soon as the sun rose, her body was taken to the garden reserved once for the burial of my mother's body, and now, hers. We walked behind the coffin, all in black and with white lilies — saplings, to be exact; we would plant them around the grave, like we did with my mother.

It was Christmas, but it didn't feel like it, it didn't have the essence of a Christmas day... Not until now.

All the grandchildren gathered behind the sons, who were two tall men. My uncles lived far away, but they managed to arrive in time for the celebration, which was good for deciding where the body would be. By not arguing with Gina's proposal, we managed to have a beautiful celebration in a short time.

We then prayed from the priest, who gave the final blessing so that the farewell came to an end. The coffin slowly descended, as we bent down and with the places already reserved, we planted the lilies.

I finished my part right after Celina, who, like