paying respect

Well I do understand what you’re saying, but I know when my mom died I remember that entire last year of her life (fighting cancer). I watched her take her last breath and watched her die. That is the image I’m left with. When the funeral came, I saw her and it wasn’t her…it was weird…but she wasn’t there. It was just a body. It didn’t look like her anyway, she lost a lot of weight and she had no hair. Not at all what she looked like all her life. I didn’t expect to feel like that, to feel like she went on and that wasn’t her. My sister died on impact in a head on collision later the same year. That was different because it was unexpected. I wanted to see her (at the funeral) because I knew that would be the absolute last time I would ever see her. It was different at her funeral. I didn’t feel the same as I did at my mom’s. Idk you know, it’s up to you on how you feel about funerals. It is a very difficult time and if you want to stay in the back of the room and grieve how you want to, do it. If you feel like you don’t want to remember your loved one like that, don’t go up to the casket and look. It’s understandable…and it’s going to be your memories no one else’s…