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.
So I am about to give up the idea.
I'm the one who will be in contact with the funeral home it will be the standard .. Next day in the paper followed by wake 4-8, mass next morning, straight to cemetery. If my out of state siblings need travel time, I say tough crap...
I found a perfect spot that had her favorite palm trees and white rocks. When I spread the tiny bag of ashes, they blended in with the rocks. We went back the next day, and I took photos of the view she will enjoy forever. It looks straight down the strip. She would have loved the place I found. You could not even see the ashes the next morning. Every time we return, a part of her will be waiting for us.
Rach
When she said "I think I"ll be more comfortable in that one." (Casket or other related item). I said "how will you know?!!!"
Cremation with the ashes scattered in the Amazon River was too cliché for him. Donating his body for science to play with was a gas. We laughed for days about it. Finally we settled on a party-funeral with plenty of food and booze. So we celebrated his life instead of mourning his passing.
Forgive me if I come across as flippant, but did you ask your mother what she wanted?