Funeralsdon'tsaddenme.
I can deal with seeing the body &
everyone cry quietly at their seats. It's the eulogies
that get me.
Seeing someone close to the deceased, standing up there at the
podium,
pouring out their feelings
and trying their very hardest not to
cry...
it just gets me. Especially
when it's a [ c
h i l d ]. It's like, you want to run up
to
hold them,
cry with
them, tell them it'll be
okay
and take them away from all the eyes watching
their pain. But
you can't. That poor
child now has to live out
the rest of his or
her
life
without a mother, father, grandmother,
grandfather,
sister, brother
It's the eulogies that make me cry. Rather, it's the way
the
person reading it looks &
acts. If that funeral didn't have those eulogies, I wouldn't have
cried. B u
t i
t d i d.
Three,
all from grandchildren under the age of 16, and I
did.
F o
r t h e f i r s t
t i m e i n f o r e v e
r . .
.
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