How to mourn at the hospital where you were born

When she was just a toddler, Lisa Ann Jones started feeling a bit queasy.

She didn’t like sitting still.

Her parents weren’t always there for her, either.

She wanted to sit up and move her feet when they came to visit.

When her mother died suddenly in 2009, she found herself at home, alone, with a new diagnosis: cystic fibrosis.

Now, as a mom of two young children, she can’t help but think back on those years.

“I didn’t really think about it until I was in high school,” Jones says.

“And I had my dad come home and I had to go see him.

And I said, ‘Oh my God, I can’t even walk.'”

The diagnosis wasn’t a shock to Jones, who was always a big fan of the television show House of Lies.

It was the first time she’d been to a funeral and had to sit on the curb while people came to pay their respects.

“It just felt so important to be there,” Jones remembers.

She remembers going into the chapel to see the casket, then getting in line to sit in the pew.

She was so nervous, she remembers thinking.

“As soon as I got in, I started shaking,” she says.

But she was so relieved to see that her father was there.

“That was the best moment in my life,” she recalls.

Jones remembers her dad walking in and looking up at her and saying, “I hope you’re having a great day.”

He was the last person to talk to her before she died.

The funeral was a quiet affair, with no music.

There were flowers and a casket on the aisle.

Jones and her parents took a few pictures with their families.

But when the service began, she didn’t know what to expect.

There was a little boy on stage, with his mother on stage with her.

Jones didn’t realize he was supposed to be standing next to her until her mom started talking about the diagnosis and how she would be so happy to be here.

She had no idea what to say.

“She was the one that kept me calm,” she remembers.

“My dad came out, and she kept smiling and smiling and he was smiling and laughing.”

She felt her heart drop when she saw her father smile.

“When I saw him smile, I just knew that I had made the right decision for him,” she said.

And that’s when her dad said, “You know what?

You made the wrong choice.”

After that, she had no reason to believe that her dad was going to miss the service.

She thought, “Oh, my God.

That was a mistake.”

And that is what made it even harder for her.

She felt that she had made a big mistake by not calling her dad right away.

Jones went to her local hospital and talked to the staff about it.

She saw a specialist, but she had to wait to see her father for months because of the diagnosis.

And the only thing she could talk to him about was the condition.

“He just said, [You’ve] got to go through this whole process,” she recalled.

Jones was devastated.

She would have to go back to her parents for help if she needed help.

She could never go to a doctor or go to see a nurse.

She needed help with her condition, and it was not a medical condition, she said, but a family issue.

Jones decided she would give her dad the chance to say goodbye.

“They had to hold his hand when he came out and he held my hand as well,” she remembered.

“There was tears in his eyes.

He had tears in my eyes.”

Jones was able to walk out of the funeral with her dad’s hand in her lap.

“This was not the last thing that happened,” she told ABC News.

“You didn’t get that in a funeral.

I can tell you that.”

And then she made a decision.

She called her mom, and her mom said, I love you.

That’s when she decided that she would tell her dad everything.

The decision was tough, but it was worth it.

When she and her mother went to the funeral, the caskets were on the ground.

She knew they were going to have to be removed from the cot.

She stood up to put her hand on the casserole and hold it in her palm, waiting for her dad to get up and hug her.

“But he didn’t,” she laughed.

When he finally did, she grabbed his hand and walked out of there.

She told her dad that she loved him, and that she couldn’t do this alone.

The day after she made that decision, Jones called her dad.

“Mom, you’ve done it,” she remember telling him.

“The last time I saw you was in the cemetery, and I saw your face on the gravestone.

I just felt like it was the right thing to do.”