That Which Is Burned Onto Our Brains

So I published this under "true story" even though I was pretty tempted to make it "original fiction." It's actually been so long since I posted anything new here that last time I posted a story I don't think there was an option for "true story." But I digress. This was my answer to a prompt of starting a story with the phrase "the last time I saw her" and is based on my memories of my grandmother's funeral twelve years ago.