My mom is at home in hospice (end stage cancer) The social worker suggested going to the funeral and doing prearranging as it would be a bit easier earlier than closer to the time. Made sense, and I did. As time gets closer I (mom's only caregiver other than those we pay) cannot even imagine going through the ordeal of it all. I feel I've taken care of my mom with no support (not even emotional) from anyone who would be at this funeral. My brother (who lives in another state and has no relationship with mom and never did) says it is for closure for those left behind. I will be THE ONLY ONE LEFT BEHIND!!! And a funeral will certainly not give me any closure.My mother had no close relationships with anyone who would be there. To hear all that "sorry for your loss" I wonder sometimes why do I have to put myself through that. As someone said to me: everyday of my life is my eulogy to my mom. Someone else said: You are giving her the flowers while she is alive. What do others think? If you think I need to do this Please help with the motivation part.
A week before his passing, he was pretty much his jolly self. Things changed quickly and Mum was inconsolable when faced with reality. There was no way she could handle a funeral. We decided to wait a month and have a memorial service. People he worked with years ago came from long distances to pay tribute and share stories. We displayed Dad’s art work and writings. I had a month to dig out pictures and we created a beautiful video tribute. Dad’s favorite poems were read and music he loved played. It was a labor of love but I think he would have been pleased. Very simple, no tears, just joy celebrating his life.
When I mentioned contemplating cremation, one lady I know was horrified….”Oh I want to come see you!” Seriously? I’d much prefer to visit with her while I’m still here!!
When dad died we had more of a wake and celebration with all friends gathering and just sharing memories for an evening. It was so much more meaningful.
What happens after death is for the living, I think.
So, yes. I will do the same with mom who has dementia.
Personal.
Cleansing.
More joy in remembering and sharing life with people...not a cold funeral ceremony--which is more of a reality "show" than a healing, moving-on process.
I'm so sorry to hear that, I have to agree with you that funerals should be about people talking to each other and supporting each other.
Hearing all these different viewpoints, I feel my siblings and I did our best to give my dad a proper send off as it were. My sister wrote the obit, she picked the casket and the flowers and made decisions for the service. It was a very emotional time and I was a wreck, so could not have decided very much. In the end, I am comfortable we followed traditions and our cultural values.
Before he died, I had asked him what he wanted - funeral, casket, cremation? He said - whatever's cheaper. I'll be dead - I won't care. Cremation was cheapest and that is what we did although I don't like that very well. But I went with what he said. I went to a funeral home and they arranged everything, including the graveside ceremony. Cremation is expensive up North - I didn't know - but cheaper than a funeral.
Most of his friends his own age had died before him or were too old to come to a funeral or even a celebration. It was bitter winter up north when he died. We made a pretty arrangement of his ashes box, pictures and words about him, flowers. We had a few friends and neighbors over to the house and had some snacks and drinks. We talked about old memories and laughed.
And then later in the Spring, we had the graveside ceremony. I bought a plastic box from Amazon to protect the wooden box that his ashes were in. Into that box we (his daughters) put notes of gratitude and love to him and also his leather sheath with knife and scissors, that he always carried on his belt.
We had a gathering by his stone. He was given a 21 gun salute. There was a priest and some family, friends and neighbors there. It was very serious and respectful. It was a beautiful day. The priest said a few words. We laid roses on his grave. A big deer walked up from the river and looked at us. Dad was a lover of the woods and outdoors.
No funeral. Glad of it. And I think he is too.
Our father died young. There are no relatives or friends of my mother to come to Virginia for a funeral. I live and travel back and forth from Alaska. Cost: Thousands each time. My mother wanted cremation and, for the time being, her cremains came home with me to Alaska. She loved Virginia. At some future date, I will return there for spreading her ashes.
I feel no need to pay "last respects" to my mother. I've been taking care of her for almost 7 years now and I think that's enough.
A very personal example, when my former fil Lloyd, died, there was not service and an old war buddy heard through the legion that he was gone. He was incredibly upset that he missed the opportunity to tell the family the story of when fil saved his life. Yes they had lost touch over the years, but Lloyd was never far from his thoughts.
In my family we memorial services at a time that is convenient to as many as possible. In the last 40 years everyone has been cremated. When my mother's Aunty Jessie died, I had not seen her in 20 years or more. She had been moved by her family first to live with family, then to a nursing home a great distance away. I never knew Aunty Jessie's kids (Mum's Cousins) except perhaps 2-3 brief meetings in childhood. They did not know me. At the memorial, people were given the opportunity to tell a story. When I got up, her children were surprised, why would I have a story to tell? I told them the story that every year from the time I was about 5 - 16, I went to Aunty Jessie's house and baked a cake for my grandmother. It was a 'surprise' for my grandmother. Because all of Aunty Jessie's kids had moved away, she did not get to see her own grandchildren very often, but I saw her every time I visited my grandmother. We baked a cake once a year, we had tea in the garden, we found a snake in the pond. I brushed her Collie and filled a bag with dog hair. I took the dog hair back to my grandmother's house and spun it into yarn. When I knit the small ball of yarn into a square, the colours were lovely, but it smelled like dog, even after being washed.
If they had not had that memorial service, they would never have known that I had a special relationship with their mother
My love for Aunty Jessie was not impaired because I did not visit her once she was moved away by family. The opportunity was not there. Once I was an adult with my own vehicle, her dementia was so advanced that she would not have known me. I chose to remember her as I knew her, not as a she became.