My beloved Aunt's funeral was today. She was 87, had lived a full and interesting life, and was battling multiple illnesses and painful conditions.
Kindest to her that she died, which spared further suffering, but we are reeling.
Health limitations prevented me from attending the funeral in person. There was no Zoom coverage type of set up.
I feel a maelstrom of emotions: profound sadness I wasn't there to pay my respects and be in community; guilt that I couldn't be there as moral support for her immediate family; anxiety that I may struggle with processing she's finally gone, due to not having seen the rituals of burial.
I did 'attend' in my own way, by lighting a candle, re-reading her favourite poetry, writing to her immediate family.
I feel hollow and desperately miss her.
😞