Descriptive Essay About Flowers

It was the spring of 2007, I was so happy to see the flowers in the front yard were ready to bloom after a long winter we had. This upcoming week, my family was taken on a roller coaster ride of emotions that they were not expecting, so quickly. I remember it was morning of my Conformation (one of the seven sacraments in the Catholic religion.) And everyone was running around the house to make sure the house was clean before the family had arrived for the party after the mass.
While inside, my hair was being curler to my mom making sure my white and blue polka dotted dress was wrinkle free, it was a nut house. Once dressed, my mom had finished my look by adding a few touches of makeup onto my face. I remember thinking about idea of angels and how do we know that they are okay where ever they are after they die. I remember she was quiet for a few minutes but quickly turned around to look in her makeup bag to get her favorite nude lipstick and begin to shed a few tears. At first, I thought she was upset that I had brought the questions, but she was actually happy that I had brought up with this question. (She was thinking about her sister and dad) What I can recall, I remember her telling me about this poem if I “find” a penny on the ground with its faced up, that was a sign that are loved loves okay where every go after they pass away and they are always with us.

Mass was over. Laura and I had ran all the way from the mass to her car that was parked in the parking lot behind the church so we would be able to drive back home to beat the track and reconnect with the rest of the family to