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I only went to the grave side bit and most of the time I wished i could sit down...
It was simple and prayerful. I was thinking I wish i'd brought a note book so I could jot down my thoughts and impressions before they're gone. some bible verses and some really nice poetry which I'll stick in later.

I looked at the rig holding the coffin up and bracing the pit under it... I'm always curious about the technical stuff. I went with my sister and we did buy flowers... but they were cheap and wilty... I wasn't happy about that.

A seed puff wafted in just as they were lowering the body and I thought 'Nice touch God." We got to drop a flower on the coffin and mine bounced off and fell in the grave so i tossed in another and it landed on the coffin.

I never knew Paster Jorgenson had medals from the War.

I saw a lady there who i haven't seen in ages but she left before we could speak... she was there with 2 kids. I know one was her youngest but i wander who the other was. She seemed pretty close to him and I don't think her boys have had a chance to marry and settle down that quick. The kid looked about 4 or 5.

Almost everyone who was there was standing if different variations of the same pose... hands clasped in front or at the back unless they were holding a cane. Almost like we were on parade or something. Some people had arms folded or gripping an elbow but most were in parade stance.

I picked the professional funeral people even though i didn't know the majority of people there. razz

It seems black isn't demanded for funeral ware anymore... just as long as you turn up is becoming the trend... to me that still feels disrespectful somehow.
I mean, it's true that the dead person isn't going to care... their dead. It's not like they'll know. It just feels disrespectful.

I did get misty eyed when they lowered the coffin... maybe i'm just easily moved. I don't know. I didn't know him all that well but I respected him a lot.
I'm emotionally dysfunctional... I don't tend to recognize them when I'm feeling them... unless there are tears attached. The tears tell me I'm feeling something even if I'm thinking at the same time "I wonder what the workmen over there are doing." razz I wish I had some other indications though... I get so tired of tears.

Well, that was my first funeral experience.