testimony Part 3

my father did I remember my mother being so drugged up before and after the funeral. I remember standing over my father body not understanding at they lifted me to kiss my father goodbye. I remember thinking to myself why would I want to kiss a dead person. I loved my father but I was too young to understand that pain until I was 13 years old. I'm running and chasing my brother the whole funeral. watching my aunt and mother stand over a casket and sit beside it crying. my father had a funeral in one city then he was took to a whole new state to be put to rest by her brother which as I got older I can to know that he lost his life being shot. he was doing a drug and cartel deal with my father. the people that they were dealing with shot my uncle in the head beside my father told him they weren't doing business with her anymore. that's crazy I. but it happened. I found the funeral was a different place as his burial because my grandmother at the time was wanted by FBI they were staking her out to arrest her. after my father died I was see my mom in bed for weeks at a time. There were many days and times I would jump on the washer and dryer and get a can of food and feed myself.