tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post70222922163622295..comments2023-03-24T05:30:13.415-04:00Comments on Wacky and Wonderous World of Ezra: My darling kiddiesezra_pandorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04626213285612235702noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-13494263992020044652009-03-11T19:38:00.000-04:002009-03-11T19:38:00.000-04:00You know, I think the "viewing" really came about ...You know, I think the "viewing" really came about as a way for people to be able to realize that the person had actually passed away. Strange, but an important part of closure for a lot of people.<BR/><BR/>I wasn't there when my dad passed away, but he looked so bad the last time I had seen him, I was concerned about an open casket funeral. He actually looked much better at the funeral than he had when I had last seen him. <BR/>My step-dad on the other hand-had been ill for so long and changed so much that he insisted on being cremated so people could not see him as he had become. That was really hard on his kids, because they had not seen him in years and had no idea that he had changed so much and they resent my mom for carrying out his wishes. Luckily my step-dad also told his brother his wish to be cremated so nothing came of their complaints.<BR/><BR/>It's never the funeral that bothers me, it is the aftermath that is usually the big mess-Will or no Will.BrownEyed Cowgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03610547057139295854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-3158841210695426782009-03-11T18:49:00.000-04:002009-03-11T18:49:00.000-04:00What a terrible accident. Poor kid.What a terrible accident. Poor kid.Roxmysoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04976199371933820984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-56158777578333670362009-03-11T08:37:00.000-04:002009-03-11T08:37:00.000-04:00BEC: See I don't really ever remember thinking hea...BEC: See I don't really ever remember thinking heaven was anything but people walking on white fluffy clouds. Maybe I did earlier on and don't remember. I like your heave though too :) <BR/><BR/>Leah: that would be THE cutest picture! I remember reading an article about letting kids wear stuff they want, even if it's over and over. Maybe I'll find it and copy it and post it on here. It was a great article. That article is one of the reasons I let my younger one wear his little vest (WITH shirts) every single day if he wants to. I'm trying not to limit his imaginations.<BR/><BR/>kdw: I don't know if I'm happy or more sad that my kids can handle death well. I know it's a fact of life, but it's still hard.<BR/><BR/>melissa: I sure hope I did. I was a little worried after his outerspace comment though, lol. Makes me wonder if I should have just let him think whatever he pictured or if I should have tried to make him see what I think it is. hmmmm.<BR/><BR/>LOR: When I go to funerals, I don't go to the casket. I just can't. If I HAVE to go up there, I look at the casket or the flowers around it, but never the person inside. I actually got really mad at my (maternal) grandma at my mom's funeral. She had walked over to me after being at the viewing for awhile and said "You know, everyone says she looks so good, but I don't think she does." I was soooo po'd and didn't talk to her for the longest time. Until I realized she was totally right. My mom looked horrible. She was a little bloated from medications. She died from breast cancer and hadn't gotten all of her hair back after her chemo, so she had to have a wig on. She had a cancer node that was on her chin and they "tried" to cover up and did a bad job. So it just didn't look like the mom I knew, but I was so mad that my grandma would say her daughter looked bad. I got over it, a little too late. Yeah, I STILL get forced (really guilted) into going to funerals. When my husband's uncle dies, I will have to go to that too. I will keep myself busy with the boys though. I don't like being around sadness. That's why I do Friday Funnies!! lolezra_pandorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04626213285612235702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-9674402386354625952009-03-11T01:42:00.000-04:002009-03-11T01:42:00.000-04:00I don't deal really well with sadness, death or fu...I don't deal really well with sadness, death or funerals either. I can't even attend a funeral. I don't undersgand the point of 'viewing' a dead body. The body isn't even a loved on anymore. The spirit has moved on and the body is stuffed full of chemicals and covered in make-up and fake stuff.<BR/><BR/>It makes me ill when people at a viewing say, 'aahhh, he looks good' when looking at their dead relative.<BR/>He's dead people! How can he look good?<BR/><BR/>Sorry, for getting into a tangent. I've been forced to attend funerals since my own Mother died when I was a little girl...and I can't deal with it anymore.<BR/><BR/>How sad for that little girl, though. What a terrible tragedy.<BR/><BR/>Thank goodness for your sweet kids, somehow bringing out some amusing images to make you (and me) smile. hehe!<BR/><BR/>~LisaLaughing Orca Ranchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03562627840013868980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-83196533371880409782009-03-11T00:31:00.000-04:002009-03-11T00:31:00.000-04:00That is such a tragedy but I think you handled the...That is such a tragedy but I think you handled the conversation well. I totally got his line of thinking as far as what he was seeing in his head as heaven.Melissa-ParadigmFarmshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14274830693649851658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-77991485922873344492009-03-10T22:45:00.000-04:002009-03-10T22:45:00.000-04:00What a tragedy, praying for the family and the lit...What a tragedy, praying for the family and the little girl. My daughter has had to deal with death at a early age and does well for her age.kdwhorseshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07927961715923751666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-79989341199050509252009-03-10T21:16:00.000-04:002009-03-10T21:16:00.000-04:00What a tragedy. Sure hope the little girl makes it...What a tragedy. Sure hope the little girl makes it.<BR/><BR/>I have a classic photo of my now-23 yr. old son as a sprout. I told him he could wear whatever he wanted to have his picture taken at Sears. I got a pari of brightly colored surfer shorts, a Ghostbuster T-shirt with a bandanna tied around his neck and cowboy boots. It's my favorite photo :-)Leah Fryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18158981037468411293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949563474991312718.post-10070350169752798382009-03-10T15:54:00.000-04:002009-03-10T15:54:00.000-04:00You know what is crazy? When I was a kid and peopl...You know what is crazy? When I was a kid and people talked about heaven, I sort of had the same image as your little one. I rather thought that the sky was the ceiling and beyond that is heaven. Kind of like riding an elevator to another floor. The doors open and voila...Heaven.<BR/><BR/>That is very sad about that family. What a tragedy. But probably something beyond the comprehension of little kids. Most little one's would understand that their friend had been hurt in a car accident and can relate to that, but the relavance of the loss of the mother and unborn baby seems a bit to indepth to try to explain. It was nice of the school to send out letters explaining the situation to the parents though.BrownEyed Cowgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03610547057139295854noreply@blogger.com