I know a week before a wedding can be very hectic, trying to get the last minute things done and everything finalized. What I didn’t think would be in wedding plans is trying to figure out a time to take a break from the wedding and make time for a visitation and a funeral. I thought that would be the worst thing that weekend that could happen, until I was told someone else I was close to passed away. So, not only was there a wedding that we had to go but, we also had to add in two funerals in the span of about six days. Let’s back up and start the story the week before the wedding on Wednesday, August 27th. The time I heard about the first death, who was my brothers best friend Drew Doyle. After hearing about this the wedding kinda of had a few down sides because, the couple wanted to make sure Drew could still be part of the wedding. That’s when the changed the program and added a few things to the wedding. It was extremely hard to go through the day knowing that after the wedding we would be going straight to a visitation. Everyone tried to make the day as good as possible for the wedding and the couple. But, it was really hard knowing that Drew would be there help and be in the wedding. Throughout the wedding, the couple added a few things to try and incorporate the …show more content…
As soon as we got there, my Dad got a call saying my Grandma’s best friend Sandy Hanson, had passed away from cancer. Which made going to Drew’s visitation that much harder knowing that in three days we had to go to another visitation and funeral. We went to garner for Drew’s visitation. It was hard watching my brother have to go through the pain of losing one of his best friends and not knowing how to help him go through. As soon as we walked through the door there were so many pictures of Drew, his family and friends hanging on posters boards before you went to the
..., cried and loved together. There was six of us and we stuck together stronger than any bond, nothing could tear us apart. When one was in trouble we worked together to make things better. As a child, I always wanted to be in charge and this was a way for me to really be in control, I wanted our family dynamics back. At his memorial I explained to everyone that this wasn’t the end of our family, everything happens for a reason. God saw that we didn’t appreciate each other and the bond we had before and in a way he took someone who he knew was strong home with him. Together we began to make the efforts to visit each other at least once a month and call more than once a week. We now plan like Sunday dinners and follow through. We are learning that tomorrow isn’t always promised and we should cherish the loved we have at that moment because it can easily be taken away.
... funeral home and prepared to walk her out to her grave. The morticians loaded my aunt into the hearse. Everyone was walking behind the hearse until we reached her plot. My uncles and Dad pulled her out of the vehicle onto the bands for the funeral directors to lower her into the ground. Then the priest for what felt like an hour of words and gave the signal to lower her into the ground. While they were doing that, the priest passed out roses. We all threw the roses onto the burial vault and said our goodbyes and went home. When we got home we reflected on the times we had.
Preparing for the death of a loved one, and dealing with the death after the fact is a difficult subject as everyone has different views on how it should be looked at. There is the Catholic Church’s point of view, which mainly focuses on prayer, there is society’s point of view, and then of course everyone’s individual opinion (including my own), which can vary greatly from person to person. How the grieving process occurs/how to prepare your loved one for death also depends on the cause of death. When preparing for the death of a loved one, and dealing with the death itself, I believe there is nor right or wrong.
As my family planned the funeral over the next few days, we began reminiscing about our time with my mom. This made me realize that I never take any of the time I spent with her for granted and I will cherish every moment I had with
Losing someone you love or care deeply about is very painful. And although the grieving period is tough and sometime lengthy it can be easier if all the facts are known. Being able to bury a loved one only is the beginning of a long agonizing period but there is some comfort in seeing your loved one for the last time and celebrating their life while sending them off in a way that honors them and what they mean to you. A memorial that you can go visit and for some a place to still be able to talk to that loved one. Families need closure and to find closure you need to see the body to know for sure it was in fact your family member. Otherwise left with questions as to who, what, when, where, how. Not knowing these things can really make people hold on to those thoughts. Did he or she go peacefully? Was he or she calling out for anyone? Was there a lot of pain? Although many times these questions aren’t easily answered but there is peace in knowing certain things when you lose someone that you hold dearly in your heart. Some may hold on to the thought that since there is no body maybe, just maybe my loved one is still alive and coming home. These types of holes that lack filling can cause depression, stress, and a never ending grieving period. So there is no telling how I would go through or get through it rather not knowing that what happened and where my
Funeral do not happen till 2 or more weeks after someone has died. It can even be over a month. This is because they need to get money together to pay for all the food that is needed, plus everyone must be notified. When someone dies the immediate family is told in person and not over the phone. They will call them and tell them to come quickly or tell them that the person is sick. When a woman who is married dies, it is often the job of her in-laws to tell her family that their daughter etc. has passed away.
It smelled sterile, of chemicals, of death. I had requested beforehand, that the children be allowed to see their father privately. No need for gawking and unnecessary displays of emotion directed at little humans, who could not truly grasp what was happening. I tried not to look at anyone as we passed by the small groups of people scattered here and there…..staring, I knew they were staring. I heard my ex-mother-n-law call out to my 9 year old daughter. I pulled her closer and we walked into the viewing room. My children began to cry. Again, I do not recall what was said. I remember that they put their notes into the casket. I remember looking at my ex-husband and thinking that this was a dream, that he didn’t look how I expected him to look. I don’t know what I thought he would look like. We stood there, for what seemed an eternity. It was probably no more than ten minutes. We exited, and immediately the children were whisked away by relatives who wanted to comfort with good intentions. It seemed that the children were drawing on the emotions they displayed. The funeral began an hour after we had arrived. My husband and I sat in the back of the room, while my children sat in the front with their grown siblings, grandmother, uncle and cousins. I surveyed the small room. Very few flower arrangements were present. I began to notice faces. No one I knew except for his family. The few people that I
How many times have you heard a person talk about getting closure? The conversation usually goes something like this: “It is good that they are having a funeral service in a few days so the family can get closure.” Or maybe something like this, “Now that they have made it through the first year without their loved one, they should have closure.” We should note that the second year is actually often more difficult emotionally than the first year. We will talk more about the second year grief in the coming pages.
They were right, I cherished every single day for five months and then I woke up Monday morning September 18th and I just knew something wasn't right. So I got home from school and everything was fine. My mom and I stayed with him until about 8 o'clock that night. We arrived home and 10 minutes later my aunt called and said to come fast, she can't even stand him up to use the bathroom because of the dead weight. In that moment, my entiRe world came crashing down and I felt my heart break into millions of pieces. I packed my bag and greased up there and prayed the whole way to let me get one last I love you. I did on Saturday September 23rd when I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gone. We all stayed in the same room for a week straight. Helping him to ease the pain and saying our last goodbyes Watching someone you love slowly slip away over a stretched out period of time is undescribable and you wouldn't know the feeling until it's you, until it's your family member. But it also helps you remain humble as well as cherish who you have with you until God says times up. You go through many stages of grief, which also makes you so strong. But the one question always left with no answer,
Finally after what seemed like years, I walked out to greet my new father-in-law and my new wife. I shook his hands as he gave away his youngest daughter to start our own family, and then I reached out for the arm of my bride. Together we walked the rest of the way down the aisle and stood in front of the pastor’s
The funeral and wake were especially difficult because of having to stand in the greeting line. Having to greet everyone is truly annoying. This is especially true when you don’t know who most of the people are, and when you yourself are under emotional duress. That point aside, it was very interesting to see the reactions of the different people. One thing I noticed was the conversations between my father’s cousins. They were depressed, but not because of the death. The overall tone was “who’s going to be next”; they were all in their fifties and sixties. At this time I was 25 years
Winter weddings! The term in itself speaks oodles about the fun and frolic associated with it minus the sweat of the summer months and even the simplicity of the spring seasons. From the wedding dates which comes to the fore from the month of December to the month of February, the season spells majic with all whites everywhere; the white snow, the white wedding ensemble coupled with the merriment of the holidays that it brings with it, courtesy the birth of Jesus Christ along with the bells of the New Year ringing all across the world.
Dealing with the grief of a loved one is not an easy task. Only time can heal the pain of someone you’re used to be around is suddenly gone. When my uncle passed it was the first experience with death in which I was old enough to understand. Nobody really close to my family had passed away before, so I was unprepared with the pain and sadness that came with it. I also thought about it but I never really thought of something like this happening to me. I wish I had spent more time with my uncle, but I never thought about it because I never thought he would passing away so quickly. This is always why it is good for every day to show your family how much you love and appreciate them because you never know when their last day on earth is.
Almost every culture around the world have the idea of bringing together households in marriage. In the United States, this a coupling of two people who will start a life on their own. In India, a marriage is more than two people falling and love and getting married. Family, religion and casts play a role for the future bride and groom. The Indian culture’s weddings have different traditions when it comes to proposals, ring traditions and ceremonies not only for the couple but for the families as well.