Last week, my husband’s grandma died. The burial was on Thursday. It was okay. It however did get me thinking about how I will be rememberd and how I wish I would be remembered when I pass.
If my father’s still alive when I die, he may want to speak at my funeral. Not sure though, as he hardly speaks to me now. Then again, I guess speaking about someone is different from speaking to them. He may recall our positive experiences playing and learning together in my childhood. I will definitely remember those if I am to speak at his funeral.
He would probably have the decency not to go into my disappointing him with my adult life choices. I mean, I know I majorly disappoint him by being in long-term care, but he doesn’t voice it even now that I’m still alive. He isn’t one to talk negatively about the deceased though, I’d think. I can’t remember whether he spoke at my paternal grandpa’s funeral though and he didn’t at my grandma’s.
My mother would most likely be too self-conscious and too emotional to speak. I mean, she cried when I got married even without having to speak during the ceremony and she didn’t hold it together when speaking at my sister’s wedding. As for funerals, she spoke at my maternal grandfather’s funeral but then came running towards me for comfort. I was eight-years-old.
My sister may want to speak, if for no other reason then to fill a void. She did at my wedding (which was lovely, mind you). She spoke at my grandma’s funeral and it was amazing. I loved her sense of humor.
Ever since hearing the song, I’ve said I wanted I’m a Survivor by Reba McEntire playing at my funeral. I do. Even though it wasn’t written about an actual preemie and most of the facts about this hypothetical woman’s life don’t apply to me, the sentiment does. At least, that’s what I hope. I guess people could take its meaning two ways: either I’m the survivor who’s now an inspiration or the former preemie who wasn’t given a chance but somehow lived anyway. There’s a difference. I’m not sure how to convey it though. What I mean is, the focus can be on the negative of my not been given a chance or on the positive of my having given meaning to my life.
My husband wouldn’t want to dig up the past, I guess. He didn’t like this with his grandma’s funeral either, but then again neither did the deceased. She was a very upbeat type of person who didn’t like talking about negative aspects of the past. I guess I wouldn’t be as offended by people speaking a lot about the past when remembering me. Then again, I’d love it if my husband remembered the positives of what will hopefully still be a long life together.
I am so very sorry that your husband’s grandmother passed on……
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Thanks so much. It was okay though (insofar as death can be okay). She was 91and had been suffering dementia for the past 18 months.
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blessing to both you and your husband………
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There are positive within everybody and they are worthy or remembering.
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Gah, I can’t imagine how hard that would have been. I’m sorry you experienced this so close to Christmas, how are you all feeling? Is everyone alright? I also understand the feeling of thinking about what would be your experience when the time comes for ourselves, I often think about it. I hope I am cremated, I’d love to be scattered somewhere nice. I do hope your parents don’t have to experience seeing you go first before them, I can’t imagine anything more heart breaking than seeing your children go before you. Morbid thought – sorry!! On another note, this was written beautifully!
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We’re handling it okay, thanks. Like I said, my husband’s grandma had been suffering from dementia for 18 months and her personality had really changed. No worries about your so-called morbid thought. I guess I elicited it with my post.
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