It’s been a long time since I went to a funeral. And it felt quite weird. Okay maybe the word is surreal.
Hearing people read eulogies, and bursting out into tears, and when everyone was singing hymns, it didn’t feel real.
And standing so close to something that isn’t alive anymore.
I tried imagining if it were my own grandmother, and how it would feel.
I knew this person. I’ve seen her full of life. Now her face rests emotionless, pale and waxy, in a coffin and I can never touch her again or feel her hug or hear her speak or see the lively jerk in her hands when she talks.
It’s quite hard to imagine anyone close to me being dead.
Or to see a body and come to terms with how that’s all it is, an empty vessel.