The whole idea of the visitation weirded me out because I had never been to one of those places before and didn’t know what to expect. The only person I had ever known who died was Grandpa Albright, but I had been little and my parents hadn’t taken me with them because they were afraid I’d be scarred for life. Grandma Albright frequently brought up how my parents babied me on that, and my mother always had to make a big deal about how her parenting books said they shouldn’t rush me into those things and how I was a “nervous and sensitive child.” So embarrassing. However, my mom was right about that. I was too young for it then. But I could handle it now though… right? I got home and changed into a black skirt and dark purple top. I didn’t know if I was expected to wear all black like people did on TV, but I didn’t have a black top, so I figured purple would work. Mom came home and we headed over to the funeral parlor. We walked in the door and found the room Ashanti’s grandmother was in.
