One of my short stories- The Funeral

In this story, i'm sorry for all of the spelling and grammar mistakes. When I am in the moment and writing my best works, i dont care, i just write. Thank you for taking the time for reading! i really appreciate it. This is The Funeral:

"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine" I replied after being broken out of my daydream. In truth I was not fine. A million different emotions roiled in my body. I didn’t understand. My mind won’t let me understand. If it did I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I would be tossed off into the treacherous waves of my emotions. Misery, anger, fear, denial, longing, sadness, and worst of all- hope. I am miserable because she's gone; angry because she left me; fearful because I’m alone; in denial because I don’t want her to be gone; sad because she left to soon; and hopeful because I feel in my heart that there’s a chance she'll come back. I know it won’t happen but I can’t help hoping. Hoping can make or break someone. I loved her with all my life. Without her I’m nothing. Just then, the wind picked, pulling at the bottom of my somber dress. The person at the front was saying something that sounded like the end. I looked around me. The day was full of emotion. The people the closest to her had probably the same expression on their faces and emotions going through them as I did. My mom’s face was a mix of sadness and disbelief. Others who weren’t quite as close to her had expressions like they were remembering the happier times. I couldn’t yet- remember those times. Right now all I can remember is the look on her face those last few minutes. The last times she looked at me. She knew she was going. I could tell. She looked me straight in the eyes- almost like she could see all the way through me to who I really was. The me no one knew. She said her final words to me. "Guppy"- her nickname for me- "I need you to understand this. You are beautiful to more people than just me. I love you with all my heart. Be good to yourself. I love you." Then, she was gone. Just like that. Now in the present they are lowering her casket into the ground. My grandpa hugged me. I said my final goodbyes to my grandma as a single tear rolled down my cheek.