Thursday, January 29, 2009
First Time for Everything
The big kids attended a funeral today. They had been to visitations before, but never a funeral. First time. It was hard. We lost a good friend to our family, church, and community. I'm not sure what all Buddy was thinking - it will slowly come out over the next few days - but he seemed surprised to see "Uncle Larry" in the coffin. Sissy cried a lot and said she never wanted to go to another funeral ever again. If only...
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my first visitation was my pastor when I was in college and not too long after that, my first funeral was my grandma. neither one a good experience. I didn't know my pastor's body was going to be at the visitation. hated that. And at grandma's funeral, I saw my grandad cry for the first time. That was aweful.
i don't even want a funeral. I know it's good for the "survivors," but... don't have me laying there. I want to be cremated anyway.
funerals just suck anyway.
why did you have to put the part about me crying?!?! >:( although I do NEVER want to go to another funeral EVER AGAIN...
Crying can be a very good thing Stephanie. I wish I did it more, actually.
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