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.
I'm so sorry to hear that, I have to agree with you that funerals should be about people talking to each other and supporting each other.
Hearing all these different viewpoints, I feel my siblings and I did our best to give my dad a proper send off as it were. My sister wrote the obit, she picked the casket and the flowers and made decisions for the service. It was a very emotional time and I was a wreck, so could not have decided very much. In the end, I am comfortable we followed traditions and our cultural values.
When dad died we had more of a wake and celebration with all friends gathering and just sharing memories for an evening. It was so much more meaningful.
What happens after death is for the living, I think.
So, yes. I will do the same with mom who has dementia.
Personal.
Cleansing.
More joy in remembering and sharing life with people...not a cold funeral ceremony--which is more of a reality "show" than a healing, moving-on process.
A week before his passing, he was pretty much his jolly self. Things changed quickly and Mum was inconsolable when faced with reality. There was no way she could handle a funeral. We decided to wait a month and have a memorial service. People he worked with years ago came from long distances to pay tribute and share stories. We displayed Dad’s art work and writings. I had a month to dig out pictures and we created a beautiful video tribute. Dad’s favorite poems were read and music he loved played. It was a labor of love but I think he would have been pleased. Very simple, no tears, just joy celebrating his life.
When I mentioned contemplating cremation, one lady I know was horrified….”Oh I want to come see you!” Seriously? I’d much prefer to visit with her while I’m still here!!
I have had no support from his family, in any way for as long as we have been married. He wants to be cremated and have me keep his ashes in the closet. He says he wants to be in the closet, because I might meet someone who is worth hooking up with, and then they might get creeped out by an urn on the mantle and pass me by. He is silly. There is no way in h*ll or on earth I will ever tie myself down with another person.
And there will be no funeral. He and I have been together for over 42 years, and we don't need a funeral. We are simple people, we are not social butterflies, and all the people who would show up at a funeral should have showed up BEFORE, while he is still alive. Since they didn't, they won't get to put on their Sunday best for him after he is gone.
We lived our lives without being noticed much, and so will we die, unnoticed. We are both okay with the circle of life. It happens quietly, the leaves fall, and nobody pays attention, except for the change of temperature. Life will be colder without him.
Sending you strength...
UPDATE: My apologies. I just noticed your question was posted 2 years ago. I pray that it is long since resolved and that you have found peace.
Funerals are a huge expense; it gets to be crazy and can be simple. In my parts we have a Memorial Society of some sort...a local funeral home would know about it I would think...and a simple service and burial can be arranged. You can always put an announcement in the paper, and say "burial private". And then invite those you wish, if any. Or a memorial service will be held at a later date. And then announce that publicly if you wish, or invite people privately. Do you have friends who would be there for you? The important thing is you are comfortable with your decision...and you can change that in the future if you ever wish. Do something on her birthday, or an anniversary of her passing...whatever feels right.
And if that's not too emotional for you to cope with, there's always the family to help make things better (I am being facetious).
I have a brother with a wife and 5 adult children that lived in the same town where my mother had been in a NH for about 14 months before she passed. Maybe those kids and my brother visited once per year.
I never saw their names in the visitors book, anyway.
My other brother and I had pre paid her funeral.
I didn't know what to expect at the funeral home but certainly didn't need more stress and I had just lost my mother, my best friend.
He and his family showed up at the viewing. It was very awkward and I found myself getting very angry towards them.
He went to sign the visitor's book and I confronted him when he was leaving and asked him wtf he had been for the past 2 years. It wasn't pretty but I didn't care.
He and his family came to the church and the cemetery as well. By that time I was over him and just allowed myself to get lost in her final goodbye.
To sum it all up, the heck with your brother and any other family member that has the nerve to give you grief!
And believe me, that brother gave my mom plenty of grief while she was alive. I couldn't fanthom having him come and pretend like he cared. Over my dead body.
Do what you think is right M2M. Have faith and feel good about the fact you have your mother your best every day. That will get you through your grief.