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starsandseaEverything went fine. The service was very nice, and the vicar? person was nice, and seemed to actually care, so, it was nice to see that. It was upsetting, obviously, but my grandmother is far more at peace now than she would have been living longer, and I've... come to terms with it now, I think.
I'm not sure how good a omen it was that as we were traveling down to the hotel, we passed a accident that must have happened only moments before, with a motorcyclist, and we later found out that he had died. What's worse is that I have a suspicion that I've seen him around the same stretch of motorway on a semi-regular status before, so I'd kinda learned to look out for him, you know? It was upsetting seeing that, and it really shook me up. I'm just really glad that I wasn't driving, and that we didn't see the accident itself.
The most stressful thing was the get together afterwards, and trying to make polite small talk with my uncle, aunt and cousins waiting for the cars to arrive. That was... interesting. And me and my brother may have inadvertently further alienated my mum from her childhood friends. We were the first ones out of the service, and because we had never been to a funeral before, we didn't realize that we were supposed to go around a corner, and stand there, thanking everyone who had come. We just went straight outside, and my mum and dad joined us. So... anyone who wanted to talk to my mum had to come to us. *sighs* But, it can't be helped, and it wasn't my brother's or my fault, since nothing was really explained to us in what we were expected to do.
My uncle was... kinda okay. Being all in charge and stuff, but that's usual, I guess. He hugged me as we left for the first, and most likely last time ever, which was weird, but I guessed he realized that we'd never be see each other again. We were generally ignored by our closest cousins, which was fine by us, and we ignored them too. Our more distant cousins were far nicer, and actually sat down at the table with us to have lunch, and talked to me and brother, even when mum and dad weren't with us. There was a lot of people we didn't know, or we had met when I was about 4 or something like that, so I had no idea who's hand I was shaking until it was explained to me later. But, then, my mum didn't really recognize most people since it had been so long since she had last seen them. Apparently, my hair was a source of conversation, and one of the cousins who sat down with us couldn't resist stroking it, LOL.
So... yeah. It was stressful and tiring and upsetting, but it was nice, and my grandmother is in a much better place now, and we did get to say goodbye and have good last memories. :) Thank you to everyone who's given me hugs and everything. They've all been greatly appreciated.
I'm not sure how good a omen it was that as we were traveling down to the hotel, we passed a accident that must have happened only moments before, with a motorcyclist, and we later found out that he had died. What's worse is that I have a suspicion that I've seen him around the same stretch of motorway on a semi-regular status before, so I'd kinda learned to look out for him, you know? It was upsetting seeing that, and it really shook me up. I'm just really glad that I wasn't driving, and that we didn't see the accident itself.
The most stressful thing was the get together afterwards, and trying to make polite small talk with my uncle, aunt and cousins waiting for the cars to arrive. That was... interesting. And me and my brother may have inadvertently further alienated my mum from her childhood friends. We were the first ones out of the service, and because we had never been to a funeral before, we didn't realize that we were supposed to go around a corner, and stand there, thanking everyone who had come. We just went straight outside, and my mum and dad joined us. So... anyone who wanted to talk to my mum had to come to us. *sighs* But, it can't be helped, and it wasn't my brother's or my fault, since nothing was really explained to us in what we were expected to do.
My uncle was... kinda okay. Being all in charge and stuff, but that's usual, I guess. He hugged me as we left for the first, and most likely last time ever, which was weird, but I guessed he realized that we'd never be see each other again. We were generally ignored by our closest cousins, which was fine by us, and we ignored them too. Our more distant cousins were far nicer, and actually sat down at the table with us to have lunch, and talked to me and brother, even when mum and dad weren't with us. There was a lot of people we didn't know, or we had met when I was about 4 or something like that, so I had no idea who's hand I was shaking until it was explained to me later. But, then, my mum didn't really recognize most people since it had been so long since she had last seen them. Apparently, my hair was a source of conversation, and one of the cousins who sat down with us couldn't resist stroking it, LOL.
So... yeah. It was stressful and tiring and upsetting, but it was nice, and my grandmother is in a much better place now, and we did get to say goodbye and have good last memories. :) Thank you to everyone who's given me hugs and everything. They've all been greatly appreciated.
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Date: 2007-11-07 07:27 pm (UTC)Yeah... it was nasty.
As for family...they can indeed make life interesting.
LOL, yes they can!