My grandmother’s wake was closed casket because my mom didn’t want anyone to have to see her. She weighed 60 pounds. Grandma said “you can do whatever you want with my body, but please don’t burn it because I’m afraid of fire.” Mom thinks that if she could have seen herself she would have absolutely told us to cremate her. (This was a humorous exchange).
The funeral was worse than the wake because it was a Catholic funeral and the priest was very personal and kept using her name. But the weather was so perfect. It was sunny and warm and everything grandma was waiting for.
I am cleaning my apartment and it is sunny outside and my feet are still cold. My mom told me to go through grandma’s clothes and take some things, so I did. I want to wear them but I am nervous about how fast they will stop smelling like her and her old house.