Life cycles
Today my mother told me that my grandma (her mum) had heart disease. She's just reached into the early eighties and its just hit her.
This news has a great hit on me because now I can't stop thinking about what will happen when my mum dies. It's an oddity when you tell someone close to you is seriously ill and there's nothing you can do about it.
For me, I've never had any experience of going to funerals, but, of course, it is something that'd I'd rather forget as quick as I can. It's just that I'm old enough to understand this whole death thing. It's rather daunting ya know...My head is now in a spin and I'm stuck or I feel stuck.
I don't know what to do.
Has anybody else been to a funeral? How did you feel? Were they close to you?
Hope you're all well.
This news has a great hit on me because now I can't stop thinking about what will happen when my mum dies. It's an oddity when you tell someone close to you is seriously ill and there's nothing you can do about it.
For me, I've never had any experience of going to funerals, but, of course, it is something that'd I'd rather forget as quick as I can. It's just that I'm old enough to understand this whole death thing. It's rather daunting ya know...My head is now in a spin and I'm stuck or I feel stuck.
I don't know what to do.
Has anybody else been to a funeral? How did you feel? Were they close to you?
Hope you're all well.
posted by Tez @ Monday, December 04, 2006
1 Comments:
At 1:50 pm,
Jen said…
First funeral I attended was my grandpa(mom's dad) back in 1989, so i was almost 8 years old. I just remembering trying to be strong for the family, so i was rather stoic throughout, but...when my grandpa(mom's mom) died a year later, I was a mess and crying and that. It was hard to take.
I was also at my great grandma's funeral, but it was closed casket(which was really a slam against the fact that she was jewish, but buried as christian...what a scam and twisted story. And then for my dad's dad's funeral...that was tough. I was fine until the part when I got up to sing that Sarah Mclachlan song, Angel....and by the second verse...I was sobbing like a baby, as so was everyone at the funeral.*sighs*
It can be tough, but you also remember the good times you shared with the deceased. I think about my parents and the fact that they are in their 50s, so that scares me a bit, cuz i dont want to see them go when they do.*sighs*
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