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.
We live in Tijuana (mother is here in a nursing home) and they are in northern California. They can't travel so it would be me traveling up there to hold a service/get-together for us 4.
I'm going to be busy with her cremation and filing paperwork for dying outside the US, then taking it all to SS, etc. so I won't be traveling anywhere. She was a bit bemiffed at my answer. I asked if there was any other reason I should go up there. She said, "So I can comfort you." I just about laughed out loud.
That from a lady I haven't seen in 3 years and who calls and is off the phone in 5 minutes! (This is the same aunt who told me to keep my retirement money and not spend it on keeping my dying husband alive in the hospital!)
I told her that I've been grieving for the last 6 years for my mother and her Alzheimer's. It will be a blessing that she will be out of her misery. I told Auntie I'd be just fine but I would have liked to tell her to "stick it".
That brought tears to my eyes. What a wonderful story of your lives together. And how sweet to mingle the ashes of his beloved pet with his. How kind and thoughtful of you.
With all the negative posts recently, your sharing has really lifted me up. Thanks.
I felt he and I were both abandoned by 98% of “family and friends”. When the time came I was with him in the hospital for his last breath.
I had been mentally preparing for some time. I met with a griev counselor a year prior to his passing. I simply asked what could I do to better prepare my self to handle the inevitable.
He gave me what I think was one of the best pieces of advise I ever received. He said to first forgive each other of anything we needed to, then to remember and reminisce of our time together and when the time came to say goodbye. I’m so grateful today for that advice.
I’m grateful for the 38 years we spent together almost everyday.
Though it wasn’t always pretty and sometimes down right nasty I’m grateful I was able to care for him the last 15 years as he had cared for me during the first half of my life. After dad passed we hosted Father’s Day at home with the 2% of those I felt deserved to be there. Dad was cremated as he had wished to be and his ashes spent the next 6 months in the garage just sitting on a recliner that he liked. I thought it was appropriate since the garage was a place he would often be found. It was a “kick” to be working in the garage and to sit down next to him when taking a break from whatever project I was working on and maybe saying a few words to him, sometimes out loud. When the winter came it was time to bring dad downstairs to the “man cave” we built together. He hated the cold. When his little dog passed we had him cremated as well and mixed the ashes just as I know he would of wanted, together forever, in a place of prominence, peace and a return to dignity.
Upon death, straight to cremation in a cardboard box. The ashes to be taken to our old farm, where we have enjoyed life to some extent for sixty two years, have a short prayer by one of the three of us, my two sons and I, and then scatter the ashes over the green or brown pasture.
Neither of us want a lot of fan fare. We have outlived most of our friends and like I say.....simple entrance into this old world....and simple out.
God bless...
Ren
My parents have a huge stone already sitting in the cemetery waiting for them. I used to think that showed a healthy acceptance of death but now that their time draws near, they are anything but accepting it.
My father was Jewish and Jewish law states his body had to be interred within 24 hours. No funeral, but I managed to get him interred with 20 minutes to spare.
It was so much less stressful that I asked my DH if I could do the same with him - he's 30 years older than me (we've been married 32 years now) and he gave me the go-ahead. While I'm in no hurry to bury him and become widowed, I did want to follow his wishes. He's 96.
For me the savings will be a bonus. What I would like to avoid is the "so sorry's" from complete strangers. A simple graveside service will put him to rest just the same.
I don't believe in embalming but the church cemetery requires a vault so this is no longer a problem. DH said, cremation is ok too.
BTW, I have noticed the trend for only graveside services in our area.
I agree that beyond the decencies all that matters is remembering your loved one in your own way. But funerals are not a modern commercial invention. The pyramids? The Taj Mahal? Rituals surrounding death are as old as civilisation itself.
From what I've gained here, caregiver fatigue shouldn't be blamed for no funeral or other activities. Caregivers are challenged enough during someone's lifetime and shouldn't be blamed for a fatigue which they often are unable to control.
A funeral hardly negates the "value" of "life in general". Individuals create their life value, as do their friends and family. Some of that value is created by society. And those values begin the process of creation either from inception or birth, depending on how the family feels about the child. Nothing can negate the value of life IF the individual and family value it.
Not having a funeral might be appropriate in many circumstances. Funerals are really for the living anyway. If family and friends have been close, they're aware of the last years, months and days of someone's life. If not, is it really important that they know?
That's how I feel. I'm not going to spend money, post an obituary that anyone can read (especially crooks who in our area have been targeting empty homes after reading an obituary notice and knowing exactly when the relatives will be gone), or even worse yet, post an obituary online and available for any one to read, on a funeral home's website that may or may not be secure.
It has nothing to do with negativity; it's an issue of privacy, not only for the deceased but also for the living, who may not want their loved one's life and family information shared (or commoditized).
It doesn't negate anything the deceased has done; those activities are remembered by the people involved who matter, or who may have forgotten because of time, but death doesn't negate the worth of any individual.
And on that subject, consider how many famous people are remembered if not revered - Kennedys, for example, as well as poets, musicians, authors, scientists.....their work lives on, for existing and future world inhabitants to learn, treasure and share (or reject if that's their choice). How many medical and scientific people have discovered cures for disease? Does it matter whether there was a funeral or there's a gravestone? Their legacy will outline their physical existence.
The brilliance of Beethoven, Handel, Brahms, Bach and more have and will be remembered regardless of whether or not there was a funeral when they died. I've never seen Beethoven's grave but am so inspired by his music. Not seeing his gravestone has no effect on the value of his life.
One of my aunts was cremated; a memorial service was held. But the fact that her physical body wasn't present doesn't in any way lessen the role she played in our family's lives or in the lives of others.
Times are changing, deaths are celebrated differently. People can design their own services before their deaths, or family members can choose burial in a way that commemorates their lives.
Although I don't know the individual, someone who does told me about a surfer who loved the sea and was buried in a ceremony at sea off California's coast. Why shouldn't he or she be buried in an area loved during his/her life? It's not as if it's a human body is a hazard like so much plastic, e-waste and other toxic junk that's thrown into river bodies and contaminates the water and sometimes kills the sea life.
And funerals as we know them are traditions of certain civilizations. Some ethnicities have their own methods of honoring their dead, ways that I think are characteristic of their lifestyles and beliefs.
My feeling is also that if people didn't bother keeping in touch with my family during our lives, I could care less if they know when we die. And only those who were supportive will be guests at a private luncheon. I'm not interested in hearing comments from people who couldn't or wouldn't take the time to be involved when my family needed help.
We cannot know how many of Grandma's or Grandpa's friends, and family members we never knew of would go to great lengths to attend a funeral service based on a death notice or obituary in the 1, 2, or 3 locations where our elder spent most of their lives.
Likewise, we cannot know of those who will later want to know, even be desperate to know the correct spelling of the deceased's name and their dates of birth, death, marriages, their children and more as they research their genealogy. What is well known or immaterial to you in the present can be vital to someone else.
If taking care of the dead is beyond you at the moment or in general, please see the help of a friend or a funeral home professional who can see the bigger picture and has the energy to care for all the living around this family member, now and in the future.
It's personal for each family. For me, I'm the only one spending time with mom over the last couple years and agree if others aren't visiting or communicating what's the point?
her sister constantly called & harassed me. when mom passed i did no have a service.
her sister even had funeral director call me.
i also see that funeral homes have started to tell people to send their condolences to the funeral homes website. Don't know how I feel about that.
Calling hours were a new concept to us comming to the US.
I don't see myself being able to go through two hours of that unless heavily sedated. Hubby's parents had nice service and then moved to the cemetery for buried. Afterwards there were refreshments at local hotel but not many people actually came for the food. We did the same for my Mum who was cremated. My Dad had remarried and his widow sent me the news by mail after everything was all over
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.
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.
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.
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.