I hate funerals.My grandpa passed away last Wednesday. I had a hard time accepting it...that's just the way I am, I just kind of bottle things up inside. Well, with a funeral, there's no real way around accepting the truth, even if it is hard.
Some people did not make it any easier for me. My aunt and cousin took cameras to both the viewing and the funeral. Would this bother anyone else??? They were taking snap shots of both my Grandpa and people standing there...everything...I don't know, but it really made me mad. I never want a viewing. What would you DO with those photographs anyway?![]()
Also my uncle came up to me and basically told me at the viewing that I HAD to go over there, and it was better for me, blah blah, and he'd hold my hand and blah blah. I'm not a child!!I just did not feel comfortable at the time, especially with the cameras around. I did go over later, when it was only my parents there.
And at the actual funeral, my uncle gave this horrible talk. He actually started it out with "Well, the church handbook said..." and basically gave a church lecture that had nothing to do with my Grandpa. It was dry and heartless. I'm glad my dad and others were able to give some beautiful and meaningful speeches/performances....even if they did make me cry.
My Grandpa was a great man, and I'm really going to miss him. He was always the big funny guy who always had a grin and a hug ready. I'll never forget his homemade jerky and all those great camping trips we had together. He even liked the dogs, even if he did catch Smokey with a velveeta cheese fishhook (accident), call Reggie "Griff" (another schnauzer we had), and pull Nebo's big fluffy tail.
Anyway...sorry I'm rambling on here....I just need to "talk" to someone...thanks Pet Talk.
p.s. attached is an old pic of me with my Grandpa and Smokey camping.
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