I am not looking forward to morning.
Tomorrow is the funeral, and as Shalewa's line manager I am going along to represent the division. I am also going along to represent myself, because I liked the woman. But I don't know any of her family, and I don't know what one says in these circumstances.
At what point do condolences, however sincere, become intrusion, and where is the dividing line between reserve and standoffishness? How long do I stay before I have outstayed my welcome at a family event, and how do I know that I am leaving disrespectfully early?
What do you say?
I am no good at funerals. I don't do funerals. I have only done three in my life; I avoided each of my paternal grandparents' funerals because I was young and didn't understand. I missed Uncle Des' funeral in January because I had to pack and get the Hell Out Of Dodge a week later, and couldn't spare the time or money to go back to Telford.
I have been to three funerals. Precisely that. One for my Uncle Ted who I'd only got to know in the last three years of his life. I was surrounded by family - my family - I'd never met.
What do you say?
Twenty-five years ago, I went to the funeral of my best friend's father. It was a frosty and cold January morning and I recall thinking how considerate that they'd gone for cremation.
I would rather do just about anything other than attend the funeral tomorrow.
But I liked Shalewa, and her desk is an empty space in the office. So I shall just bite down hard and go.
Tomorrow is the funeral, and as Shalewa's line manager I am going along to represent the division. I am also going along to represent myself, because I liked the woman. But I don't know any of her family, and I don't know what one says in these circumstances.
At what point do condolences, however sincere, become intrusion, and where is the dividing line between reserve and standoffishness? How long do I stay before I have outstayed my welcome at a family event, and how do I know that I am leaving disrespectfully early?
What do you say?
I am no good at funerals. I don't do funerals. I have only done three in my life; I avoided each of my paternal grandparents' funerals because I was young and didn't understand. I missed Uncle Des' funeral in January because I had to pack and get the Hell Out Of Dodge a week later, and couldn't spare the time or money to go back to Telford.
I have been to three funerals. Precisely that. One for my Uncle Ted who I'd only got to know in the last three years of his life. I was surrounded by family - my family - I'd never met.
What do you say?
Twenty-five years ago, I went to the funeral of my best friend's father. It was a frosty and cold January morning and I recall thinking how considerate that they'd gone for cremation.
I would rather do just about anything other than attend the funeral tomorrow.
But I liked Shalewa, and her desk is an empty space in the office. So I shall just bite down hard and go.
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Date: 2005-10-14 01:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 02:05 am (UTC)You'll make it!!! Just hang in there!! *hugs hugs*
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Date: 2005-10-14 06:08 am (UTC)Forget too much stuff about how hard she worked or how indespensible she was, just let her family know that people miss her.
And if in doubt, just roleplay the whole thing.
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Date: 2005-10-14 06:20 am (UTC)Say that.
To be fair, no-one's going to care much what the actual words were. Go to the funeral, sit near the back for the service, find the parents/husband afterwards and explain who you are and that she was well-liked in the office and is deeply missed, and then leave.
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Date: 2005-10-14 07:23 am (UTC)Do not plan, or rehearse. Simply say, if asked, what you think. In this case, honesty will do no harm.
I am no fan of funerals either, but they are a full stop, allowing a pause for breath before the proper processes of grieving begin.
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Date: 2005-10-14 08:23 am (UTC)I don't know what to wish you on so difficult an occasion; peace of mind and a gentle day, perhaps.
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Date: 2005-10-14 08:24 am (UTC)Go along, introduce yourself, say how sorry you are, and let your sincerity speak for itself.
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Date: 2005-10-14 10:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 01:32 pm (UTC)I trust you did not turn up in frock coat and pith helmet?
Call me an odd duck, but, as miserable as funerals are, I prefer them to weddings. I always sympathise with the family's loss (especially if it's my family and therefore one of my relatives who has passed) and usually get very emotional. Weddings are dull, last too long and I want to bugger off home after an hour. Selfish blighter. Still, my own wedding last year was utterly great, thoroughly enjoyed it except that I did not get to snaffle enough of the spectacular Mexican nosh.
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Date: 2005-10-14 01:43 pm (UTC)2. Agreeing with many above that simplicity is best. You don't need to explain that you weren't that close to the deceased, as long as you identify yourself as a co-worker people pretty much know what degree of relationship that is. Just express that you're sorry, everyone at the office will miss her, etc., no more than that is really required. This kind of expression is conventional for a reason--it does make survivors feel better just to know that the loss of their loved one is felt and regretted by everyone who knew her.