Funeral for my nana.

I just left the funeral of my nana. It was awful, but it was my first experience at a Jewish funeral and I feel more connected to Judaism.

I was able to understand the rabbi perfectly, even when he spoke Hebrew, and I was able to speak it fluently as well.

I’m not okay. I won’t be for a while. Nana is at peace, with god. She’s with the angles. She’s in heaven.