Iwan's Weightloss Journal

My Aunt Betty died when I was 10 and I didn't go to the funeral....I'm actually glad my parents wouldn't let us go.

What does your son think?
 
When my uncle died I chose not to take my daughter. She was about 5 at the time and I just don't think thats something at that age she was ready for. Knowing about life and death is a good thing but to see the body sometimes has strange effects on the little ones.
 
you ask that like I asked him. I don't think he understands mortality at all and I doubt he would "get" the fundamental idea of a funeral. I just don't know if he needs the same closure on the relationship that adults do. And I don't want to scar him for life with nightmares of the body. I guess I don't really grasp how his mind will perceive this event. will it freak him out, or will it just be another learning experience. I'm not a child psychologist...oh, and I tried to call the behavioral health center just to ask a therepist about it and they said I needed to fill out forms and make an appointment to see someone...can of worms...can opener...
 
I guess kids are all different. You don't know what it will do to him. It could be anything from nightmares to looking at you and just saying ok. I guess the easiest thing would be to weight if he goes or not. If he does worst case it will scare the begeesies out of him. Best he will understand. I have three kids and we have had to handle things like that different each time. Talk to him and see if he really understands what it going on, then you'll just have to kind of wing it from there.
 
When my great grandpa died I was 6. I don't remember much about it except the big cookie I got afterwards. (there's the ol' food poppin up again..lol) But I know that I went... *shrugs*

Maybe you should just talk to him on his level, explain life & death and what a funeral is and see if he would want to go? Let him decide? ( i don't have kids so I don't if thats possible to do with a 5yr old.. but he might surprise you)
 
Okay, this is how F#(@&#& crazy rude, vindictive, (whatever you can classify it as) my boss is. I told her at the beginning of the week I won't be working tomorrow because I have a funeral to attend. She calls me last night, I send her to voice mail and she leaves a message that she's taking a three day weekend and I need to work friday from 7am-8pm. then she adds, nobody else is allowed to work overtime so she's not authorizing anymore schedules changes for the week. I just called the chairman of the board. This is ridiculous. Like I'm not all ready stressed out as it is. Yah, lets get my whole family pissed off at me.
I just don't get it. Am I some horrible employee? I'm here everyday doing my job and everybody else's, I help with everything. I feel like I go above and beyond and she acts like I need to be disciplined or something. Like I should have my privledges revoked...like personal and sick leave don't apply to me for some unknown reason. I've never been written up or had a bad evaluation or anything. I feel like she's punishing me just for being me.
 
Sorry your boss is such a crap bag... can you not trade shifts with someone? I hope you're not going to have to miss the funeral... so sorry Iwan. :(
 
Guess u shd be at the funeral now (unless yr boss........)
Hope u hv a smooth day and some precious time with your family.:)
 
Hi Iwan - just checking in, hope you're getting ready for the funeral and not work. :rolleyes:*grumbles* But if you are going to work - I hope you get some time with your family and time to mourn. Hang in there sweety!!
 
Well, not at the funeral yet, but I'm at work. I'm leaving for the funeral though. What's she going to do about it? So yeah, I had to wear my funeral attire to work.
Its raining sideways here right now, big storm blowing through. But the funeral will still go on as planned. Maybe the gods will give us a weather break for the burial. I made a lot of black beans and rice with raindeer sausage last night for the potluck and I picked up a case of king crab while I was at it. Can't have the funeral of the original bering sea crab fisherman without king crab.
I weighed in for the halloween challange and I'm at 218.5, not a loss since monday but a loss since last friday. A loss is a loss, see siggy, see quote...lol.
I watched the funniest vampire movie last night, it had John Malcovich in it, called shadow of the vampire about the making of the movie Nasferatu in the 20's. Oh I laughed and laughed so hard my stomach muscles still hurt this morning.
So, we are burying Billy on the full moon, in Aries, a blood moon in october. They say the veil between the worlds is thin this time of year. It should make the transition to the other side easy you'd think.
 
They say the veil between the worlds is thin this time of year. It should make the transition to the other side easy you'd think.
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yes I do........

Sounds like it will be a nice sendoff other than the rain. The food is always a comfort at times like these. I guess we are just programed to eat at times like this. Then again it probably started because the last thing a grieving family wants to do is cook.....

Blessings to you and your family.........
 
Then again it probably started because the last thing a grieving family wants to do is cook.....
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LOL! in my family when someone dies its an excuse to cook a bunch of food. My mom was surprised when I told her all I made for the potluck was the one dish (well, bucket really...lol).

So, good ol' mom took my boy to the church last night and let him see Uncle Billy. He did okay, he seemed to grasp that it was like sleeping, only he would never wake up. Then he turned to Uncle Billy's son and said, "Yup! He's dead!" and turned around and walked out of the church. Stevie, the son, called me to tell me he about peed himself laughing. No nightmares last night, no mention of corpses so I think I'll take him to the funeral today. Although the burial will be a tid bit too cold, wet and windy for the boy.
 
"Yup! He's dead!"
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That sounds JUST like my nephew!! He was about 2 or 3 when my grandpa died. They hadn't really told him anything - just figured he was too young to understand and if he asked they would explain it to him.

Well, after everyone left the viewing, his mom carried him up to see the casket. She said that he looked in, took a very deep sigh and said - very solumly... "Grampah died." She said it was everything she could to keep from cracking up because he said it just like a grown little man.

Your kid sounds like a little sassy cutie pie!!
 
kinda looks constipated -- lol.. jk, Such a cutie pie!! Just want to pinch those little cheeks!! :D:D
 
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