I Don't Like Funerals
The first time I attended a funeral was last year, and although I wasn't very close to that family (they're my cousins), I had a really hard time holding my tears back... I did teared alittle but I kept wiping them away.
So, my uncle had passed away really sudden without warning, and the family wasn't ready for such an impact. When we saw them at the funeral, they looked like they hadn't slept for days; their eyes were red and swollen, and their eye bags were terribly dark. My parents tried to comfort my aunt while we tried to do the same with my cousin, who was slightly older than me. We hugged for a really long time and she was sobbing and telling me how she missed her dad and wanted him back... It was really heart-aching and difficult to release the tension in the atmosphere; at that point I myself was tearing up hearing her voice her regrets and sadness over her loss...
In the end, I wasn't of much help but hopefully, she was able to move on with the support of her friends and family... I know that mine will come one day as well, and no matter how much I 'prepare' for it, I'll never actually be prepared for it. But I guess what I can do now is to treasure and cherish the people close to me, and better to regret doing things than not doing them, especially when you won't be able to do it anymore.
So, my uncle had passed away really sudden without warning, and the family wasn't ready for such an impact. When we saw them at the funeral, they looked like they hadn't slept for days; their eyes were red and swollen, and their eye bags were terribly dark. My parents tried to comfort my aunt while we tried to do the same with my cousin, who was slightly older than me. We hugged for a really long time and she was sobbing and telling me how she missed her dad and wanted him back... It was really heart-aching and difficult to release the tension in the atmosphere; at that point I myself was tearing up hearing her voice her regrets and sadness over her loss...
In the end, I wasn't of much help but hopefully, she was able to move on with the support of her friends and family... I know that mine will come one day as well, and no matter how much I 'prepare' for it, I'll never actually be prepared for it. But I guess what I can do now is to treasure and cherish the people close to me, and better to regret doing things than not doing them, especially when you won't be able to do it anymore.
