Funeral's Funeral

Criticisms of American funeral practices have been made publicly aware since the 1920’s, and actually go back to ancient times in the scope of human’s ceremonies for the dead. Since the first published argument against modern funerals various authors joined the movement publishing their disparagements of customs for the deceased; that in essence contend the grandiosity and lavish displays are merely a social and psychological representation of the monetary opportunity of funerals (DeSpelder & Strickland, 2015, p. 306-307). Even further, regarding the encompassing funeral industry as exploiting grieving loved ones for their financial gains, while disregarding the actual needs of modern society (DeSpelder & Strickland, 2015, p. 307).

My father was diagnosed with GIST (Gastrointestinal Stromal Tumors) Cancer, a rare disease in I’ve seen what it was like to suffer endless pain and severe depression. He was an amazingly strong man turned to one full of weakness. I witnessed him struggle in hospital beds, doctor offices, and operation rooms. I never gave up hope in him. Unfortunately, the cancer had spread to multiple parts of his body and took his life. At that point, I was heartbroken and torn into pieces. I didn’t think I would be able to carry on with those memories haunting me. I didn’t believe I had the capability to accept the fact that I’ll never be able to make another memory with him again. Ten years wasn’t enough time with him, but there was nothing that could be

Something in my stomach was telling me I would not see him. I did not tell anyone this though just in case I was wrong. But I was right I always have a way of knowing these things. He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of relief washed over everyone except me. The person at the door was the only policeman in town and Frank the town leader. My mom could not keep it together. It is a hard sight to see when your mom is sad. The person you look up to when you are a kid is crying. That can mess a 6 year old kid up. The time that would take place next went from 0 to 100 so fast. We cremated my dad's body and moved. My mom picked texas because it had good schools. We did not have any family though and sometimes I felt as if that was a bad decision. My mother would not tell me how my dad died until I was 16. Not living without a dad can be hard. When it is at the crucial age of 6. You need a good role model. My brother became my dad if he liked it or not. Everything that happened in my life seemed like a blurr. The fact my dad was dead never really hit me. But it hit me so hard and so fast. It was like a brick wall. I started almost failing my classes, sleeping all the time, eating a lot, not exercising, moping all the time. I still suffer from it today. Back then though I wanted to die. But it is so much better. I learned that I held my mom accountable and my dad for

The whole family was in tears, but we also knew we needed to continue on our way down south. Mother was most upset, she just wanted to hold him one last time but I was afraid to let her. Thinking it would make things worse, I refused to let her hold him.Then we held a makeshift funeral we laid him in the hole we had dug last night. From there we all spoke out and said what he meant to us and how we will miss him. Father then began filling in the whole. As he did so, we all had one big group hug. It will take all of us time to move forward but we will get there.

I clearly remember the day I found out about my granddad's passing. I was at school. It was a normal, joyful day. My dad was planning on picking me up, but instead my friend's mom picked me up. He would not tell me why, but I did not think much of it. I remember the car ride to my house. My friend's mom would not tell me why she was driving me home; all she told me was, "Just know, Ryan, that we will be here for you no matter

It has been almost 3 years since he has passed and there is not a day that goes by in which I do not think of him. This really hit me hard and it took a while for me accept the fact that I will never get to see him again. From going through the experience of a loss I have learned that life can take you in a blink of an eye and that you need to make the most of it because you never know what is going to happen

When I was given the assignment to write an essay on an experience that changed my life, one thing instantly came to mind; In June of last year I lost my nephew, Timmy Hill. Experiencing this loss has greatly changed my life in many ways. Of course, a loss like

We, as humans, often get involved only with the issues that affect us or our environment. Furthermore, sometimes we do not see what is happening around us that affects the rest of the society. The article “Drugs are killing so many people in West Virginia that the state can’t keep up with the funerals” by Christopher Ingraham discusses the fact that in West Virginia, the amount of deaths caused (mostly) by overdose has increased so much in recent years that their indigent burial program has ran out of funds to cover funerals for people that do not have the funds to pay for

Someone who impacted my life Most people have impacted my life, but one person particularly has impacted my life greatly. My granddad was the person that has impacted my life ever since I was born. Even though my grandpa has been dead for 10 years going on 11 he still

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

Although there are little similarities there are also many differences. Like for example. In America there is The Wake, Funeral Service, and Burial which is normal like people go to a Wake to to honer and see the dead body. Funeral Service is to say your finally goodbyes and love you to the dead body and to just be with the body the last and final on is a burial and it’s when the body is buried and gone. But in mongolia on the other hand it’s a whole new story like Instead of a wake the family will keep the body for a week, month, or a year (depending on social rating). Instead of a funeral service families believe in killing a water buffalo in front of a guest of people so the body is actually dead. Lastly for a goodbye the body is “sky burial”

Funeral Planning Introduction Mankind’s history of burial practices and funeral customs are as old as civilization itself. There is no specific way to planning a funeral. Every civilization and culture has provided for their dead in different ways. Religion and personal beliefs play an important role in the burial practices and funeral customs of a given culture or civilization. Furthermore, each civilization and cultured ever studied have three things in common: some type of funeral rites, rituals, and ceremonies; A sacred place for the dead; and memorialization of the dead. As far back as the time of Christ, burials have been noted to take place. In time burial and funeral customs have become very distinct, interesting and

Learning that everyone’s time is precious and we should live every moment alongside the people we love the most, because we’ll never be too sure when they’re going to leave us. Till this day it still doesn’t feel real, I keep telling myself that one day she’ll be back and everything will be ok. She was the heart and soul of our family where we all would gather at Thanksgiving time or just on a regular day. Her home was always full of joy and excitement but now it’s full of loneliness and darkness. She is gone now, to a new home, a home called

Once, in the first week following his passing, I came through my front door and looked at the area where he would usually be sitting or lying. I called for him with the foolish notation that he would appear and come running to me. But of course, he did not. Then, I walked past his empty food bowls and tears started running down my face. It was a shattering reminder that he was gone and never coming back.

Richard played baseball growing up and was currently pitching at the Perkinston campus at the time. He always made sure that I had a smile on my face even if he tortured me with the “stinky sock” which came fresh off of his foot. He was always there when I just simply needed somebody. He was somebody that I knew I could count on no matter what. Richard loved God, family, teammates, and friends. He was a very social person who would do anything to help somebody or just to see somebody smile. He loved to fish and to just simply be outdoors. Our last family vacation was the Christmas before the accident happened and we all went to Disney World. The time at Disney World was very magical because I felt like I was an absolute princess. One afternoon, I was just a little cheerleader who couldn’t wait to get to my neighbor’s house. He asked me to scream him a loud and happy cheer. I did what he asked, kissed him goodbye, and ran off to play with my friends. I didn’t think anything about that being the last time I saw him.