Flash Back

I walked into the Church feeling worse than ever. I peered around and saw my lonely Nana still entirely sad from my Papa's death. I took my seat and I saw my Aunt my walk on stage and she began telling stories about my Papa.

I used this technique as a start to my meoir as I walked inot the church. Then I flashed back to where I found out that my Papa had died. This keeps the reader wondering what happened.