I was so proud of my two eldest grandchildren yesterday. It was their grandpa's funeral and at aged 14 and 16 they were pall bearers. Although they looked a bit nervous and Cameron (14) was a bit white faced, they never flinched and did everyone proud.
sorry to hear that, maggie....I can remember attending my grandfather's at 14, the youngest attendant - and it fell on 01.01.1970 - a great way to start a decade, a wet day and the memory of a policeman saluting him as the procession pulled away from the 'town' funeral - he had been mayor five times.
Sorry for your loss Maggiebee. I was a pall brearer for my Grandmas funeral. I was dressed in my ATC uniform. It was my job to walk up the road in front of the funeral car and help carry the coffin. I was only 14 myself at the time.
My family (and cousins) deal with death with laughter and we were joking about how heavy the coffin was whilst we were carrying it. It wasn't disrespectful, it was just a way to get through it. I bet your two grandchildren also feel proud of themselves.
It takes a lot of guts to do something like that and compose yourself. In years to come they will look back and be glad what they did. There's not a day goes by where I don't think about my grandma and I still feel proud for having the 'guts' to walk up the street in uniform - fully composed. Your post has brought a tear to my eye (a happy tear).
Condolences maggie, being proud hopefully helped you through. My daughter read a poem in church at my mother's funeral so I can empathise with your feelings. I certainly couldn't have done it.