I could never go to a funeral, I feel like the dead people will wake up, stare at me and try to do something. Another reason is that I hate seeing all that sadness, why are you crying? At least they got to live.
When I was around 9 years old, one of my cousin died, he and I were really close. We use to play games, he would buy my siblings and I ice-cream and we would go to his house which was right next to our then talk about a lot of things. He was murdered by a few man, shot more then 3 times on the chest. I remember that I had to go to the funeral, it was my first one.
Everyone was crying and sad, I was smiling and laughing, what did I know what funeral meant? My brother who is 6 month apart from me, took my hand, he looked sad. Together we ended up walking to the front, I kept telling him “I don’t want to see Juan Carlos! I don’t wanna see a dead person, even if it is him…I don’t wanna!” Of course my brother, being the calm person he is said “He just looks like he’s sleeping, I promise you. Let’s go now” then we made it to the front, he did look like he was sleeping, but I hated it.
Once my brother let go of my hand, I left and went to drink some coffee, my aunt, who was his mother, saw me, she was crying and just hugged me from no where. A rule about me, I hate being touch without a warning and I usually have to initiate the contact first.
My aunt kept talking about how he’s dead and why did it had to happen to him. I was just trying hard not to smile and kept thinking ‘Why is everyone so sad? He got to live, didn’t he?’
My cousin left a wife and children when he died, the family makes sure to take care of them. My uncle, who was one of the many twins from my father’s 16 or so siblings, died of a heart attack, I was in New York when it happened.
Everyone is always sad when people die, I understand the feeling, but shouldn’t a funeral be a celebration of their life? I hate funerals with a passion, they remind me of having to look at my dead cousin and hearing everyone cry while I just smiled, feeling so confused.
I told my mother and everyone who knows me, when I die, because we all have to die, I want everything that can be use from me to be donated, my heart, my eyes, my hair, my skin, my lungs, everything! Whatever is left, burn it and set it free, I do not want a funeral at all.
Today’s daily prompt said “Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?” This is my answer to it. I can’t even see a dead animal, what would make my family think that I can go to a funeral?
OiO In Eternity OiO
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