I saw my Grandad in his coffin at the funeral parlour. I went with my Nana to support her because she wanted to see him and no one else would go with her.
I'd said my final goodbyes to him in hospital the day before he died. It was just the two of us and it was perfect and beautiful. A memory I'll treasure. I held his hand against my face and it was warm and soft and familiar.
I found the funeral parlour to be a frightening place. It's unfamiliar and somewhere that we don't really belong and to enter a strange room and find him lying there in a coffin was pretty awful. He'd been embalmed and his body was cold and hard now and his skin was discoloured.
I agree with others when they say that it definitely brings closure. Between when I last saw him alive and then dead, it was so hard to comprehend how he could just be gone. When you see a dead body, there is no doubt that it is just that, a dead body. Although he didn't look scary or distressed or anything in death, he was most definitely gone and that helped me to process it.
I wish now though that when I think about him dying, I didn't picture his corpse in his coffin and instead remembered him blowing me a kiss and telling me he'd love me forever, when we said goodbye to each other for the last time.
Love you and miss you Grandad. x