Back from Cleveland and my grandmother Yelena's funeral. (Hopefully we're done with the crazy ~13 hr drives to Cleveland for a while. And will fly next time, to visit family (unless there's another emergency like this one and we can't afford plane tickets
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So much of what you've written reminds me of my maternal grandmother's funeral -- although what you say about the viewing of a dead body, I first felt when my uncle died of a heart attack a few years ago. That was the first family death of my adult life, and the first half-casket viewing. It was so surreal, as you say -- the look of sleep at the same time that I kept turning over in my head how there was no person there, how "remains" is such an accurate word, how dense and solid and yet how absent and empty a thing.
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(And if applicable, *hugs*)
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