Thought I'd just share this one.
A few years ago my OH and I went to funeral of a man we'd met met at a stroke group. We didn't know him that well but became friends with things in common.
It was the first funeral we'd ever enjoyed, with lots of laughter. Yes I can see you all frown but it was amazing.
When we turned up, we were shocked to see how many were in colourful outfits. His wife was in a bright red dress.
The service was light with wonderful memories shared. His chosen song was 'Sprit in the sky' for those who don't know it the song goes,
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
He had worked in a numbers of shows before his stroke and enjoyed his time working on the set of the Muppets. We left the service to the sound of the signature song playing.
Instead of people in tears, people talked with much love. It really made my OH and I think about our funerals. (before PWD) I can't deny there were some frowns and discussed people who thought it was terrible that there wasn't any thing religious about the service and did nothing but make nasty comments about his widow and her red dress, but it was something him and his wife had both planned together and I felt should be respected, even if not all agreed.
They really believed they would meet again and the love they had for each other was obviously very strong. I'm not saying his wife wasn't upset at her loss or that she hadn't cried. No doubt she felt so alone and sad on her return home, but it certainly helped her cope with such a sad loss at his funeral.
I spoke with her for a few months after but loss contact as it her her husband we'd become friends with. (She had many, many friends due to her husbands job) But she did say that although he wasn't there, she felt his presence very strongly around their home which gave her great comfort.
We are expected to where black to morn those that leave, but its made me realise, funerals don't have to be so sad.
My OH and I decided we don't want anyone in black at ours.
A few years ago my OH and I went to funeral of a man we'd met met at a stroke group. We didn't know him that well but became friends with things in common.
It was the first funeral we'd ever enjoyed, with lots of laughter. Yes I can see you all frown but it was amazing.
When we turned up, we were shocked to see how many were in colourful outfits. His wife was in a bright red dress.
The service was light with wonderful memories shared. His chosen song was 'Sprit in the sky' for those who don't know it the song goes,
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that's the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
He had worked in a numbers of shows before his stroke and enjoyed his time working on the set of the Muppets. We left the service to the sound of the signature song playing.
Instead of people in tears, people talked with much love. It really made my OH and I think about our funerals. (before PWD) I can't deny there were some frowns and discussed people who thought it was terrible that there wasn't any thing religious about the service and did nothing but make nasty comments about his widow and her red dress, but it was something him and his wife had both planned together and I felt should be respected, even if not all agreed.
They really believed they would meet again and the love they had for each other was obviously very strong. I'm not saying his wife wasn't upset at her loss or that she hadn't cried. No doubt she felt so alone and sad on her return home, but it certainly helped her cope with such a sad loss at his funeral.
I spoke with her for a few months after but loss contact as it her her husband we'd become friends with. (She had many, many friends due to her husbands job) But she did say that although he wasn't there, she felt his presence very strongly around their home which gave her great comfort.
We are expected to where black to morn those that leave, but its made me realise, funerals don't have to be so sad.
My OH and I decided we don't want anyone in black at ours.