my mums funeral was fine, I had of course been dreading it and just refused to think about it, to the extent I nearly wore black jeans as I had no trousers to wear. I can't remember what I did wear, actually.
but......I can clearly remember what happened to me before the funeral.
the day before the funeral I was really wound up, thought I cant go through with this, I considered taking the kids and going away somewhere alone, I just didnt want to face it all and my family who were never there for my mum all showing up when it was too late
I hadn't been sleeping since mum had died, I'd been wakening up about 4am ish and lying awake and I knew I wouldnt sleep at all the night before her funeral
but....a really strange peace came down on me the evening before the funeral, I just calmed right down and was peaceful. I went to bed and had the best nights sleep I'd had in ages, and woke about half 8 that morning, I felt calm and ok and I went to the funeral and was fine
I always maintained someone out there was helping me that day and the night before, I remember realising how calm I was and knowing I was getting help from somewhere I couldn't see, I can still remember it