Dear tootrueblue,
I get it and my heart goes out to you. I felt the same way about a parent's funeral recently. I had three stages (ordeals!) to deal with on the day: the requiem mass, the committal at the cemetery and the reception afterwards. What worked for me was to prepare myself as much as possible for each stage so there were no shocks/surprises. This is what I did:
• I visited the church a few times in advance of the funeral. I walked around it, sat in it and basically befriended the space so that it wasn't a scary, unfamiliar place on the day.
• I arranged the funeral service including the readings and writing the eulogy. I found this extremely helpful. If you're not doing that, I would still recommend seeing and speaking to the celebrant in advance and have them talk you through the service so you know exactly what to expect.
• I refused to do a reading at the service as I didn't want to put myself under any kind of pressure.
• I visited the cemetery in advance and this was something I am so glad I did. It helped me so much. During that first visit when I walked through the gates, I felt a body blow of grief. I dealt with it and was composed the second time I went – the day of the funeral – because I knew what to expect.
• You guessed it: I visited the reception venue, did a reccie of the rooms I'd hired, spoke to the manager and we talked through the 'event' so that again I knew what to expect, from where the teas and coffees would be served on arrival to how/when we would wind up the afternoon.
• I spoke to the funeral directors and told them I wanted to see the (closed) coffin in advance of the funeral service. My logic was that the sight of it would then be less of a shock on the day. They had no problem with this and again it helped me a lot.
On the morning itself I had a cup of coffee and then caught the bus to the church. The choice of public transport was considered outrageous by some but it worked for me and I was so glad I did what my instinct suggested. It was a bit of normality at the start of what otherwise can feel like an abnormal day. The posh car hired from the funeral directors was used to ferry me and others from the church to the cemetery and then the cemetery to the reception venue. I really didn't want it at the outset of the day. I got the bus home at the end of the day, again for a bit of normality.
At the funeral itself I sat in the front row and focused hard on the celebrant. I wore a hat with a veil that covered my eyes a bit and wore my hair down so I felt less exposed.
Like you, I listened to the music in advance and dealt with the emotions that arose in my own way, in the privacy of my own home. (Also, I spoke to relatives on the phone in advance so I wasn't on the receiving end of all of their emotions on the day.)
All of the prep really helped me and I hope you find what helps you. As some have rightly said here, there is no right or wrong way to grieve. Trust your own judgement. Ignore the judgement of others. This is your grief, your loss. Do what works for you.
One last bit of advice: at this time, lean on the people who are 'for' you, the type of people who ask 'what do you most need?' and 'how can I make this time easier for you?'
On that note, I like the responses for you here from bloodywhitecat, mouthfulofquiz, functioningadult, and especially the opening line from hugoagogo - Amen.
Sending you a warm hug.
xx