I have attended every funeral that I could for friends or family, since I was in my early teens. I had to miss my paternal grandma's since it was too far away (Mom & Dad went - us kids stayed with aunt & uncle) - I had really wanted to go because she passed on my 12th birthday. I don't know why I felt that way, since I had only met her three times in my life. But I think because I didn't go, I listened to all the talk I could when the folks came back, and I can remember them talking about all the people who were there; they were surprised how many; how much it meant that so&so was there even though it had been umpteen years since they'd seen them; old neighbors, church members, Moose club members, etc. It made them feel proud that their mom had touched so many lives that they hadn't known about. Guess all that talk made an impression on me at that young age.

Some of the funerals, I only made an appearance, stayed only 1/2 hour, but others I ended up spending all day, visiting and reminiscing. Each one is different, but it's a chance to say goodbye and to see and hear things about that person that you might not have known. So far, all have been positive.

I think you'll be glad you went. Sounds like she was a friend you'll miss. I'm sorry for your loss. My heart goes out to her family. Her dying young and unexpectedly will be hard on them.

And when my time comes, tspoet, I want you to help remind Dave that I want a party, not a funeral. My ashes are to be spread, some on the coast at the Recumbent Retreat, and some in the Canadian Rockies. My sister thinks I need a real funeral and burial, so I told her we would send her some of my ashes and she can have a party/funeral/burial for me back home. I don't know if she realized I was serious.

Edna