When i was eleven my uncle passed away....he called me "His girl" he lived in another state but it was only a few hours away...well one time he was to sick to come but i waited outside in my coat and in a little chair in the driveway thinking if i stayed out there he would come...the sun came up and i gave up..thats how close we were and i was 5 at the time...he died and after his funeral we went to bury him ..i bawled and bawled almost as much if not more than my grandma (actually she is my great grandma..but i just called her grandma) anyway mom told me saying goodbye at the casket as he is being lowered was the ulitimate closure...well they went in ...and she turned to me and said you cant go down there...i flipped...she forced me back in the car and wouldnt let me out...and i missed his burial....i was screaming and crying begging to go down and say goodbye...but they all came up all better from all the "closure" that THEY got...and i missed it...her excuse was ...I didnt think you were ready for that...though she forced me to touch his skin at the funeral home even though i didnt want to ...but i was READY for that ...but she just kept saying what good closure it was...and then kept me from saying goodbye..i was soo close to him...i will never forgive her for that...and to this day she wont apologize or acknowledge it or anything....B*****
sorry for the rant..i needed to let that out...those two deaths..my great grandmother and my uncle were very tramatizing because of her....