Aunt Giuliana, Grandmother's Walker, and My Questions

I've been doing so many wonderful things. Really, so many. I'm working well at the Merè bar restaurant, even in the kitchen where I wash tomatoes and zucchini. I love it so much. I feel good there. I spent a lot of time on vacation at the beach and had a great time. In the evenings I stayed up late, sometimes past 2 a.m. But I had to come back to Rome because Aunt Giuliana died. She lived in Ala, which is in Trentino. She was ninety years old, maybe older. She wasn't well, and Papa went to see her several times by train. I wasn't happy about him going. I told him so. We did video calls with Aunt Giuliana and Papa. I would call them while I was having breakfast at the beach. Aunt Giuliana was happy because I would say: I love you so much. And I even told her she was very sexy. She laughed, but her mouth was always a little open. Papa told me it was because she wasn't breathing well. I had promised Aunt Giuliana I would visit her in September. But instead she went to heaven. I got a little angry because she didn't wait for me. There are already three grandparents in heaven, and one of Mama's uncles too. Now Aunt Giuliana is there as well. But I didn't understand how she got to heaven. Did she fly? How exactly did she do it? I don't know. When Grandmother Edda went to heaven, I didn't understand how she did it either. Also because the walker that Grandmother had for walking stayed at home. So I went to Trentino by train, partly because I wanted to bring Papa back to Rome. He had been up there too long and I was afraid he might leave me. I went to the funeral mass for Aunt Giuliana. The church was big and there were lots of people. I brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers and sat in the front row. Everyone came to shake Papa's hand, and mine too. I was happy about that. Then at the end Papa went near the altar to speak, and I went with him, but I stayed quiet. The priest's name is Don Alessio, and I greeted him and hugged him before mass. Since I sing in the choir at my parish in Rome, I sang there too, and there were booklets with the words to the songs. When we left the church it was raining, but it stopped almost right away. Then I went back to Rome by train, and the next day I started working again.