I'm sorry if I don't make much sense, but it's hard to put it into words when it's all so raw.
We lost my grandad 3 months ago, an incredible man who was very much a father to me when mine was absent. His funeral service was incredible,
we all gathered at my nans house, and people followed the procession, The church was so full that people were standing at the back and outside.
We sang his favourite songs, and a tape of him singing. The whole service was really lovely and personal.
We then went to 'his local' where countless people we'd never even seen got up and talked about him fondly.
My nan was really poorly herself and we knew she had to be looked after ever more when he passed. My mum and aunt took time of work to be with her. Then she had a fall at home and was taken to hospital, she never came back home. She died 33 days after my grandad.
There was a hideous sense of deja vu, no one could quite believe it.
We used the same funeral service, the service was at the same church, the same flowers etc.
Everyone was in such a sense of shock we just wanted to deal with the formalities iyswim.
Her funeral just wasn't that personal, we had a beautiful photo of her on the coffin, but other than that it really seemed like 'going through the motions'.
My family now feel we haven't given her the send off she deserved. It's a horrid time, everyone is still grieving and in still in shock really it's a cruel world that takes two much loved people so fast.