Viewing
It is so strange to me that I react the way that I do. I wish I had a better understanding of exactly what is happening. It makes no sense.
Tonight I went to the viewing of a friend. He was a very good man, and will be sorely missed. When BJ died, I remember that the viewing was wonderful. It was incredible that so many people came to share with us. All of my memories of the viewing are positive, and I smile whenever I think of it. The viewing was a light in an otherwise dark situation. It buoyed us up and gave us the lift we needed to survive the sad times ahead.
I know with all of my heart that BJ is alive and in a wonderful place surrounded by people who love him. Sure, I miss him, but I don’t wish that he were back here with me – that would just be a selfish wish. I am thrilled to think that he happy and doing well. Yes, I do have some sad times when I miss him so badly that I can’t help crying, but those days of sorrow don’t happen very often. Mostly, I am just “okay” with him being gone, because I know that he is in such a better place.
So, with those thoughts in mind, I wish I could understand why I cannot attend a viewing without falling completely to pieces. Tonight I was the only person in the building who was sobbing uncontrollably. Yes, there were a few tears here and there, but I completely LOST it! What is it about the viewing that sends me off the deep end? It isn’t just because I am saddened at the loss, it isn’t the memories placed around the room, it isn’t the hugging of the family members, and it isn’t seeing the coffin. I can’t figure out what it is. All I know is that it takes me a long time to recover after attending a viewing. I’m not sure it is worth it to go anymore.
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