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Laureen (Austin, TX)'s avatar

Bonnie, I wouldn't consider this a downer. It's the facts of Life, after all, and people don't speak enough about dying and death; somewhere along the way, it became a taboo subject here in the US (flash thought: I'm guessing some time after the rise of Hollywood when the 'young & beautiful' people became the focus of entertainment, and when 'baby shows [pageants]' took hold). That trend of not acknowledging death is slowly being reversed, but has a long way to go.

My mom recently died. It's been a month and a handful of days since then, and last weekend we (my sister & brother) flew back to NY for her memorial service.

Thinking of what you wrote- that it was for us, not her- rings true. Unfortunately, despite our long-distance planning & requests, her church did what they thought best and it ended up being (to me, anyway) a cold, stress-filled, and empty service, not the warm, intimate gathering, laughter & tear-filled time I had imagined.

We, as a people, need to talk about dying and death, and what takes place after a person dies. It needs to be discussed in the light, rather than whispered about in the dark and only when it has already occurred. Paid Bereavement leave needs to be a reality, just as Maternity/Paternity leave has become such.

After reading your words, I know that I will be finishing my Will, and planning what I'd like to happen after my death. I've been putting it off, but after the experience with mom's memorial and this article, no longer.

Thanks, Bonnie. I appreciate you and your writing.

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cindy cindymcintyre.com's avatar

You could both write a "book" about your life experiences. I got my Mom to do that years ago but she only got up to age 15 and then decided she didn't want to do any more. We did get some of her stories on video, though, and that was part of what I was going to show at her funeral. To pre-empt that tribute (mostly because most of the photos and videos were done by me because I was the only one who did anything fun with Momma), my sister's son got up and rambled almost incoherently for a half hour to "run out the clock." Previously I've been nothing but kind to him. I guess it's easier to be evil than nice in my sister's family. Yes, the toxicity has always been there, but with Momma gone, I don't need to subject myself to it anymore.

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