know the feeling when i go i want it celebrated that i moved out of this place i want to be wraped in fabric creme no clothes for me, but i've worn white to funerals my family is kinda use to it by now

I think we all hate funerals. Thanks for sharing your feelings.

I hate funerals too Sue, I told my wife to dress everyone in whitE AND play some of my favorite lively music, get it lively, great life expressing poem

very charming poem and so meaningful! Thanks for sharing

i think it's supposed to be lambe. i could be wrong. part of me agrees with you but the other part, the part that's been there, recognizes that some of us need those tear fests.

Sorry about your loss...but I know I have the nerve to dress in jeans and bare feet anytime...I hate funerals too!!

Love Tinka

An excellent poem, Sue. I respect these thoughts about mourning. It's such an individual thing for all of us. I especially loved your ending.
Love,
CJ

It must be the dour Calvinist in me, but I prefer funerals the way they are here in Scotland - overhung with clouds of mourning that break into tears. It's natural to weep. How often do men cry? Fuenrals do it for me. Besides, who would be bold enough to turn up at a wedding dressed all in black?

I recently had a friend pass away. After the funeral a few guys
went to there truck and broke out the beer.They were told to stop.
Dress how you want as long as your there to pay your respects.
Well done.
Michael

Can relate to this fine write dear Sue. There are some cultures that celebrate death in such a way. They throw parties for the deceased. Here in the West though ... well ...

Great write and one I totally agree with. The funeral is a truly last minute cash grab by the funeral home companys. I look at them with disdain, they actually wanted to bill me for a hearse to take my ashes from crematorium to the funeral home. Anyway I digest, but I think you and Kate have the right idea go the way we have lived.

Fee

This has so much immediacy and reality to it, Sue... and I admire greatly your "straight in there" from line 1 - takes great poetic confidence or, at least, "to hell with it!", to be able to to do that! You speak for all of us, I am sure, in ways that perhaps we have not hitherto been able to express... and SO much IS actually articulated in this melee of emotions. You express well both the solitude and isolation of grief and its collective, "brave face" appearance. I have gratefully not had toooo much experience of funerals, but have been blessed to have been to a smattering that have been more celebrations of life, rather than grieving over parting. Horses for courses, I guess. No fishing gear, but hows about going off in a Hell's Angel glass-windowed Three-Wheeler for a hearse, eh?? Now THAT takes some beating, I reckon!! All life is in this write. TY K xx

such insight into the difference between what we wish we could or had the nerve to do and that which we do, i really enjoyed it