One year ago. Only one. It hasn’t been long since the last time that I got to see your face. It was your body in the coffin, but not your spirit. It was everything that I needed and nothing that I wanted.
Funerals are supposed to be the saddest occasions one can imagine. They are supposed to be an event that we inevitably cry at. But in reality, I have only cried at two funerals. Because at these two funerals I realized how just close we each are to our own death.
Jessup
I didn’t want to go. I suppose that’s wrong, but the truth sometimes is. I remember the black cloth the man gave to us. Tore it, and told us though it was ripped, the threads held it together. He was gone, but I have friends, family, to hold it together. But there’s still a big mother fucking rip. That will never go away. I remember hearing the man speak. He spoke of him like he knew him. Oddly upbeat and pretending to understand. To hear him speak of him with his fruity metaphors and analogies, beating around the big, dead bush. Years ago, and I remember nearly everything that was said.
A.G.
I was sitting in my room, looking out the window, watching them take away my grandfather’s casket. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to say. I just felt the warm tears stream down my face as I wondered, “Why me?”
My cousin, Annie, put her hand on my shoulder and I turned to face her.
“It’s going to be okay,” she insisted.
I shook my head. “No. It will never be okay. Never again.”
Emma
It was dimly lit, but the flames in the candle did not provide a light in the darkness, but rather a mere means of creating shadows. They sprung outward, oblong and distorted, and created strange replicas of the hunched figures that stood, already altered enough by depression, over the walls. It was not the time nor the place for smiles, though the chatter that came — albeit polite and awkward and quite uncomfortable, manners in the most blatant of terms — was uncomfortable to those who remained silence, in mourning. The depression overwhelmed the scene.
I’m having a funeral today
It isn’t for anyone in general
Simply a random funeral.
Maybe it can be for all of my different personalities that I’ve put to rest.
Or maybe it’ll just be for fun.
Who knows?
E-dizzle
i was there, waiting, and then u saw you, you were so calm and peaceful not common feelings at a funeral, all i wanted to do was meet you, but i was in a rush i was dead.
lucia
Loss.
The forgotteness of lost memories.
Pain.
Ashes to ashes.
Cycle.
New life.
Eternity.
Genny
black crows sitting on a black fence.
men and women standing in a circle, all coated in dark cloth
they only wear these colors for occasions like these.
and it seems as if all but one is crying.
this one, strange girl, has a red bow in her hair.
she sees the joy of remembering the past,
while the others are hung up on the inevitable.
The death came quick, like a silent ninja in the night. We all mourned the loss, but knew that one day it was coming for all of us. Sadly, looking back on this day, I won’t remember the smile I had at the memories we shared Only the one small fight that never was mended. Why did it have to end this way?
Lucas Thon
I went to her funeral. My mother was weeping beside me, but i couldn’t. We buried her, and each released a rose balloon. They all reached to the sun, joining she that they represented,
Leah
I feel like I’ve never lived, until I’ve seen someone really pass away. Not their death, but experiencing others experiecning their loss. Th eonly one I’ve ever really had to talk about was the funeral for a baby, a life not even lived. What do we mourn? The decisions she didn;t get to make?
Stephanie
Why does it keep giving me funeral? I keep reloading the page because I don’t think Ican handle writing about funerals. I just keep thinking of GeeGee, and I don’t know what to do. It’s like…It will just be so awful. I feel like it’ll sorta finally make me realize I’ll never see her again, and I can’t deal with that.
Kathleen
I hate funerals, they are depressing and sad. i never know what to do! are you supposed to cry or hold it in? they seem like a public event that displays an emotion better kept to ones self.
Samm
Monday. The day of my grandmother’s funeral. Just two more days to process this. I won’t even be there, but I know I need to have a funeral for her one my own just one way to honor her, even if its by myself.
Everyone will die ad death. Whether its because of what you have done on earth, what you have failed to do, or who you will leave behind, its still sad. Someone, somewhere, is going to miss you. A funeral is how they let everyone else know that. Without a fueral, a life will never have closure. One dies, but not out of cowardace, out of bravery.
Kailey
Everyone dies. When you die,
Kailey
his death was sad but his funeral was fun. he wanted it to be. he never wanted people to be sad so instead of people mourning him he wanted people to celebrate his life. his life full of happiness and fun
Lizabeth Carroll
There is a sadness in the air.
The preacher speaks as if he knows her.
He didn’t know her.
Not like I did.
I miss her face everyday,
the only one I can remember
is the one plastered on by the guy
who cleaned her out.
I miss you.
Adria Stokes
The time when it all ends for here.
Paul
There is nothing as delicate as seeing a corpse lying naked in a coffin, smothering with the most ugly flowers, who are so fake they inhale nothing but simple fury and devour nothing but untamed memories of so long ago.
Iryna
There once was a boy named billy. He lived in the town called Silly. He never had a chance to dilly. But he caught an amount of willy.
Sevrin Scarcelli
I walked slowly down the rain soaked sidewalk. Umbrella in hand I turned the corner along the path. I pass many sad tear stained faces, as I make my way to say my final goodbye. As I reach the casket I realize I can’t withhold my tears any longer. To my knees I fall as I say my last words to her…
my great grandpa died and we went to his funeral. they are sad and depressing and make everyone sad you wear black and sometimes it is outside after the wake family and people go there after a loved one has died and sometimes friends as a way to show respect funeral funeral such a depressing word.
alex caturano
it was colorful and there was some singing and a lot of crying. i wore a purple dress.
Potato Pancakes
I shivered in the cold, clutching my shawl close to my shoulders. The earth was damp as the coffin sank in. I felt as empty as the case.
My first funeral was for a school friend who died aged 21 of bone cancer. Ewing’s Sarcoma, I think it was called. Her name was Jodie and she had such a wonderful spirited nature. Cheeky, fun, great to be with. She was diagnosed at 15 and faced having her arm removed from the neck to below armpit. She fought hard to keep her arm but the disease persisted, and eventually Jodie had her shoulder replaced with a prosthetic one. I visited her at home a few weeks before she passed away: hooked up to pethidine, lying on the bed looking very much in pain, and very tired. She told me she was scared of dying. That just broke my heart as I tried to keep myself from crying in front of her. Her funeral was attended by many 100s of people. It was very sad, but a lovely way to say goodbye to such a beautiful soul. I will always remember Jodie.
Dayle Morrison
I went to my grandmothers funeral. It was heart breaking. My friend said “Ew it smells like dead people in here.” i will never forget how angry that made me. I miss my grandmother every day. She was the glue that held my family together. Now we are all apart. It really upsets me that she is gone. it has been five years now and it still gets me every time January 31 rolls around…
At a funeral, we get to talk about how much we loved the person who passed away. often, however, we are dishonest about the persons’ faults or troubles. perhaps we are saying to them what we should have said when they were alive. in the book “tuesdays with morrie” the old morrie has a “living funeral” where people get to tell him what they want before he dies.
Alex
funerals are very sad and there is usally many friends and familys there. people bring food and flowers and its very nice the priests are super nice too and they pray for the familys most people wear black and nice clothing. they make me sad.
catherine
Last September was my mother’s funeral. I knew her all of my life. I loved her all of my life. I never knew a woman so special, loving, and funny. She was my mother, my friend, she was a part of me. There isn’t a day where I don’t miss her. Where I don’t wish she was here. I love her more by each day that passes and would do anything just hold her one more time.
I dared to look in the casket. Her beautiful face covered with the rain. I expected her to give me that smile she always gives me. The one that she gives only to me. Fallen at the hands of her own gun, my tears fall upon her delicate features.
death love ones family dying grave crying sucks hate it love you no cry sad i dont want to dirt forgotten forever worthless gone i hate it dont want sad black done forever cup
willie
I’ve never been to a funeral. I’m 18 and even though my mother and I are the two remaining, living members of my family I have never been to one. I am almost afraid of going to one in the future because I will not know how to act. My grandmother died two years ago and was cremated.
Starr
I often wonder about my own funeral. I wonder who will be there and what people will say about me. I wonder if people will cry for the right reasons or cry because everyone else is. I wonder all the time how I will die. Will it be awful or peaceful?
The idea of a funeral is a rather sad one to many. Perhaps this is because of a conditioning that we undergo from an early age. Rather than lament the loss, one should celebrate the life of the person in question at a funeral, rather than mourn the loss.
James Bui
My grandma passed away like 3 months ago. I never thought of how sad I would feel at her funeral. It was full of family and friends and people who just loved her. Funerals are sometimes somber and dark, but her’s was lovely, just like her. Peaceful and full of acceptance of the natural process of death.
Marylys
At my mom’s funeral I saw my best friend cry for the first time. Back then, I had this weird desire to see all my friends cry at least once, and she was the only one I hadn’t seen do it yet. When it actually happened I realized that that was a really stupid thing to want.
Cathy
“what the hell is a dog doing here? “questioned kathleen .
“ma’am,he is your son’s”,exclaimed his teacher.
elke whispered to shally, “if looks could kill,we’d be at that man’s funeral.”
I remember going to my mother’s funeral. It was very surreal. My son, Jo_jo, who is handicapped was singing about it later in the day. he was singing, “It’s my funeral and I cry if I want to, cry if I want you! My other children were very sad. My daughter was probably the saddest because she was raised by her grandmother.
One year ago. Only one. It hasn’t been long since the last time that I got to see your face. It was your body in the coffin, but not your spirit. It was everything that I needed and nothing that I wanted.
Funerals are supposed to be the saddest occasions one can imagine. They are supposed to be an event that we inevitably cry at. But in reality, I have only cried at two funerals. Because at these two funerals I realized how just close we each are to our own death.
I didn’t want to go. I suppose that’s wrong, but the truth sometimes is. I remember the black cloth the man gave to us. Tore it, and told us though it was ripped, the threads held it together. He was gone, but I have friends, family, to hold it together. But there’s still a big mother fucking rip. That will never go away. I remember hearing the man speak. He spoke of him like he knew him. Oddly upbeat and pretending to understand. To hear him speak of him with his fruity metaphors and analogies, beating around the big, dead bush. Years ago, and I remember nearly everything that was said.
I was sitting in my room, looking out the window, watching them take away my grandfather’s casket. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to say. I just felt the warm tears stream down my face as I wondered, “Why me?”
My cousin, Annie, put her hand on my shoulder and I turned to face her.
“It’s going to be okay,” she insisted.
I shook my head. “No. It will never be okay. Never again.”
It was dimly lit, but the flames in the candle did not provide a light in the darkness, but rather a mere means of creating shadows. They sprung outward, oblong and distorted, and created strange replicas of the hunched figures that stood, already altered enough by depression, over the walls. It was not the time nor the place for smiles, though the chatter that came — albeit polite and awkward and quite uncomfortable, manners in the most blatant of terms — was uncomfortable to those who remained silence, in mourning. The depression overwhelmed the scene.
I’m having a funeral today
It isn’t for anyone in general
Simply a random funeral.
Maybe it can be for all of my different personalities that I’ve put to rest.
Or maybe it’ll just be for fun.
Who knows?
i was there, waiting, and then u saw you, you were so calm and peaceful not common feelings at a funeral, all i wanted to do was meet you, but i was in a rush i was dead.
Loss.
The forgotteness of lost memories.
Pain.
Ashes to ashes.
Cycle.
New life.
Eternity.
black crows sitting on a black fence.
men and women standing in a circle, all coated in dark cloth
they only wear these colors for occasions like these.
and it seems as if all but one is crying.
this one, strange girl, has a red bow in her hair.
she sees the joy of remembering the past,
while the others are hung up on the inevitable.
The death came quick, like a silent ninja in the night. We all mourned the loss, but knew that one day it was coming for all of us. Sadly, looking back on this day, I won’t remember the smile I had at the memories we shared Only the one small fight that never was mended. Why did it have to end this way?
I went to her funeral. My mother was weeping beside me, but i couldn’t. We buried her, and each released a rose balloon. They all reached to the sun, joining she that they represented,
I feel like I’ve never lived, until I’ve seen someone really pass away. Not their death, but experiencing others experiecning their loss. Th eonly one I’ve ever really had to talk about was the funeral for a baby, a life not even lived. What do we mourn? The decisions she didn;t get to make?
Why does it keep giving me funeral? I keep reloading the page because I don’t think Ican handle writing about funerals. I just keep thinking of GeeGee, and I don’t know what to do. It’s like…It will just be so awful. I feel like it’ll sorta finally make me realize I’ll never see her again, and I can’t deal with that.
I hate funerals, they are depressing and sad. i never know what to do! are you supposed to cry or hold it in? they seem like a public event that displays an emotion better kept to ones self.
Monday. The day of my grandmother’s funeral. Just two more days to process this. I won’t even be there, but I know I need to have a funeral for her one my own just one way to honor her, even if its by myself.
Everyone will die ad death. Whether its because of what you have done on earth, what you have failed to do, or who you will leave behind, its still sad. Someone, somewhere, is going to miss you. A funeral is how they let everyone else know that. Without a fueral, a life will never have closure. One dies, but not out of cowardace, out of bravery.
Everyone dies. When you die,
his death was sad but his funeral was fun. he wanted it to be. he never wanted people to be sad so instead of people mourning him he wanted people to celebrate his life. his life full of happiness and fun
There is a sadness in the air.
The preacher speaks as if he knows her.
He didn’t know her.
Not like I did.
I miss her face everyday,
the only one I can remember
is the one plastered on by the guy
who cleaned her out.
I miss you.
The time when it all ends for here.
There is nothing as delicate as seeing a corpse lying naked in a coffin, smothering with the most ugly flowers, who are so fake they inhale nothing but simple fury and devour nothing but untamed memories of so long ago.
There once was a boy named billy. He lived in the town called Silly. He never had a chance to dilly. But he caught an amount of willy.
I walked slowly down the rain soaked sidewalk. Umbrella in hand I turned the corner along the path. I pass many sad tear stained faces, as I make my way to say my final goodbye. As I reach the casket I realize I can’t withhold my tears any longer. To my knees I fall as I say my last words to her…
my great grandpa died and we went to his funeral. they are sad and depressing and make everyone sad you wear black and sometimes it is outside after the wake family and people go there after a loved one has died and sometimes friends as a way to show respect funeral funeral such a depressing word.
it was colorful and there was some singing and a lot of crying. i wore a purple dress.
I shivered in the cold, clutching my shawl close to my shoulders. The earth was damp as the coffin sank in. I felt as empty as the case.
My first funeral was for a school friend who died aged 21 of bone cancer. Ewing’s Sarcoma, I think it was called. Her name was Jodie and she had such a wonderful spirited nature. Cheeky, fun, great to be with. She was diagnosed at 15 and faced having her arm removed from the neck to below armpit. She fought hard to keep her arm but the disease persisted, and eventually Jodie had her shoulder replaced with a prosthetic one. I visited her at home a few weeks before she passed away: hooked up to pethidine, lying on the bed looking very much in pain, and very tired. She told me she was scared of dying. That just broke my heart as I tried to keep myself from crying in front of her. Her funeral was attended by many 100s of people. It was very sad, but a lovely way to say goodbye to such a beautiful soul. I will always remember Jodie.
I went to my grandmothers funeral. It was heart breaking. My friend said “Ew it smells like dead people in here.” i will never forget how angry that made me. I miss my grandmother every day. She was the glue that held my family together. Now we are all apart. It really upsets me that she is gone. it has been five years now and it still gets me every time January 31 rolls around…
At a funeral, we get to talk about how much we loved the person who passed away. often, however, we are dishonest about the persons’ faults or troubles. perhaps we are saying to them what we should have said when they were alive. in the book “tuesdays with morrie” the old morrie has a “living funeral” where people get to tell him what they want before he dies.
funerals are very sad and there is usally many friends and familys there. people bring food and flowers and its very nice the priests are super nice too and they pray for the familys most people wear black and nice clothing. they make me sad.
Last September was my mother’s funeral. I knew her all of my life. I loved her all of my life. I never knew a woman so special, loving, and funny. She was my mother, my friend, she was a part of me. There isn’t a day where I don’t miss her. Where I don’t wish she was here. I love her more by each day that passes and would do anything just hold her one more time.
I dared to look in the casket. Her beautiful face covered with the rain. I expected her to give me that smile she always gives me. The one that she gives only to me. Fallen at the hands of her own gun, my tears fall upon her delicate features.
death love ones family dying grave crying sucks hate it love you no cry sad i dont want to dirt forgotten forever worthless gone i hate it dont want sad black done forever cup
I’ve never been to a funeral. I’m 18 and even though my mother and I are the two remaining, living members of my family I have never been to one. I am almost afraid of going to one in the future because I will not know how to act. My grandmother died two years ago and was cremated.
I often wonder about my own funeral. I wonder who will be there and what people will say about me. I wonder if people will cry for the right reasons or cry because everyone else is. I wonder all the time how I will die. Will it be awful or peaceful?
The idea of a funeral is a rather sad one to many. Perhaps this is because of a conditioning that we undergo from an early age. Rather than lament the loss, one should celebrate the life of the person in question at a funeral, rather than mourn the loss.
My grandma passed away like 3 months ago. I never thought of how sad I would feel at her funeral. It was full of family and friends and people who just loved her. Funerals are sometimes somber and dark, but her’s was lovely, just like her. Peaceful and full of acceptance of the natural process of death.
At my mom’s funeral I saw my best friend cry for the first time. Back then, I had this weird desire to see all my friends cry at least once, and she was the only one I hadn’t seen do it yet. When it actually happened I realized that that was a really stupid thing to want.
“what the hell is a dog doing here? “questioned kathleen .
“ma’am,he is your son’s”,exclaimed his teacher.
elke whispered to shally, “if looks could kill,we’d be at that man’s funeral.”
I remember going to my mother’s funeral. It was very surreal. My son, Jo_jo, who is handicapped was singing about it later in the day. he was singing, “It’s my funeral and I cry if I want to, cry if I want you! My other children were very sad. My daughter was probably the saddest because she was raised by her grandmother.