Not sure if I'm being unreasonable but too scared to post in AIBU.
Basically I'm in my 30s and my beloved grandfather died two weeks ago. The funeral is already complicated by COVID-19 because my nan now lives alone and none of us are even allowed to hug her. And on a minor note, finding flowers was a total nightmare because all the florists have closed. And we can only have 20 people.
I was very close to him. He was, perhaps, my closest relative. I had mental health problems in my teens and my life went off track, but he supported me to go back to university to become a doctor. He had a seat of honour reserved at my graduation but will sadly not make it now.
We shared a taciturn nature, not liking to make a fuss or talk about feelings. I express myself well in writing, for the most part, but verbally I am reserved. This was one of the features that bonded us together, and he didn't want a fuss after his death, so the pared down funeral might not even be a bad thing.
The complication is my mum and aunt, who aren't blood relatives of my grandfather and therefore don't share our quiet approach to things. They are "talkers", wanting to share photos, grieve loudly and publicly and obsess over details of the funeral. My Dad, brother and I have been coping in our own ways but don't talk about it at all. That is just who we are, and I'm proud that we've inherited my grandfather's temperament so it might live through us.
I've tried to tell my mum that she grieved her own father's death in her way and my dad didn't tell her she was wrong, but she can't resist getting involved and is teaming up with my aunt to put lots of pressure on my dad and uncle about what they "should" be doing.
When my grandad passed I posted a photo on Facebook as a memorial, and to let my friends know what had happened without having to message them individually, as I found that awkward. My aunt posted a simple message on mine. But on my cousin's post, she wrote an essay about how amazing it was that my cousin visited him every day, and how she's a beautiful young lady with an amazing spirit. The contrast was visible to my whole family and members commented on it to me in private. I felt crap about it, like I was being held up as having not done enough.
When he was ill, I came back from med school as much as I could, had chats with his medical team, got a DNACPR sorted when he expressed that wish, coached my dad and uncle about what to talk about with the medical team and basically contributed in my own way to his peaceful passing under palliative care. But to my aunt that isn't "loud" enough. My name wasn't in the visitors book at his care home because I was on placement at university, whereas my cousin's was.
So now mum has asked what I'm reading at the funeral and if I'm getting flowers. I hadn't planned to do either, but apparently both cousins are making wreaths and writing poems. There is an implication I will fall short if I don't, but I feel resistant about acting against my own personality, and of being drawn into a competition I know I can't win.
I know all the chat between my mum and aunt for days after the funeral will be about "wonderful cousin x and y" with their wreaths and poems and overt grief, with the unspoken disappointment with me. It's putting me off going to the funeral. My dad is also struggling because of the pressure from my mum and aunt, and he just had a huge argument with mum asking her to back off.
Basically I feel I'm just trying to quietly cope in my own way, but being pressured to "do something" to prove how much I loved him. And it's all getting a bit much. I wondered if anyone else has been through this?
Thanks.