I don’t cry at funerals

So I went to my boyfriend’s grandma’s funeral this weekend and I was really glad that I got to be there to comfort him.

Growing up in a small catholic town, I have seen many funerals, some of family but most as knowing the person or being a helper in church. I lost my grandma about a month ago and my friends were surprised how I took it. My grandma was 98, still had her mind, even though her sight and hearing were lacking. We know that she loved us and she knew that we loved her. All of this made it hard to feel sad that she was gone. I will always miss her but she had such amazing life that she was ready to go.

Being at so many funerals has taught me that death happens and that when the person has had such a good life, you are celebrating them instead of being sad for them.


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