I'm doing better than I expected. Either I mastered my fear, or it's faded considerably since my grandmother's funeral three years ago -- I could
actually enter the room and sit in the front row with my mother. (But I couldn't look at the open casket.) And I was able to serve as a pallbearer without
even a hint of anxiety.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
actually enter the room and sit in the front row with my mother. (But I couldn't look at the open casket.) And I was able to serve as a pallbearer without
even a hint of anxiety.
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.