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I was in 9th grade and one of my classmates borrowed the family station wagon and wrapped it around a tree. This kid used to pick on me but I went to his wake and saw him lying in the casket all made up to hide the disfigurement he suffered in the crash and just thought to myself that he will never pick on me again.
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I was 19 years old and a junior in college when my maternal grandfather died as a result of arteriosclerotic heart disease.
I don’t remember. It was either my maternal grandmother or her oldest daughter. I was preteen.
I grew up on a farm, more or less, and i had a pretty solid understanding of death. So it sucked, but it didn’t really break me up. The first death that really hit me hard was a good friend from high skool. We were neighbors and he was the first kool kid to invite me to a party. He was extremely extroverted and charismatic, and we hung out a lot just because we were neighbors. Some f*ckin’ *sshole strung wire across a trail that local people would ride from time to time. The wire hit my buddy in the neck and killed him. During the funeral a mutual friend tried to get me to walk up to the casket to say goodbye and i just couldn’t do it. I’m crying now just thinking about it.
My dad’s death was by far the worst. I had to make the call to take him off of life support. There’s just no way to avoid the feeling that i killed him. It f*cked me up bad for weeks. I tried to do the “manly” thing and held it together to sort out his property afterward. Once all that was done, i didn’t want to just sit at home and mourn. I thought going to work would be an adequate distraction, but i just couldn’t focus on anything. I was just milling about, barely interacting with people and things. The harder i tried to focus, the worse i felt. I had to go ask the boss for more time off before i broke down completely. When the boss said, “Of course. Take all the time you need. I was surprised to see you back so soon!” i lost it. I was really kinda expecting to be let go or chastised or something.
I don’t remember how i got home or how much time i ended up taking off. I don’t remember what i did in that time. I suspect that i drank a lot and probably cried a lot, both alone.
Losing good people f*cking sucks.
I was before 10. I used to go with my mom to sell her garden grown veggies to staffs in our neighborhood hospital. There weren’t any cars… occasionally a big truck.
one day, I watched as the big truck drove towards the hospital. As it enters, I continue to watch out of curious, the back trunk was a very scary looking dead man. The sheet that was covering him had flew partial and his face visible it was the most scary looking face for a young kid to witness. Still freaks me out to this day.
I would have forgotten most of it till this question.
It was one of my friends from junior high school named Lana. We were both 14.
She was babysitting and the lady she was babysitting for came over and went crazy because she was out.
He took a butcher knife and stabbed her 14 times and slit her throat.
There were about 6 of us kids who used to cut school once we got our driver's license and we would visit her grave every once in a while.
RIP Lana🌹
It was the boyfriend of the lady who she was babysitting for that killed her.
Oops I it messed up...
holy crap
@sage2021 that's new, i guess that you still have some stories in your pocket mamacita!
At a funeral for a neighbor I knew and was friends with for years, he was a few years older and used to help me out with my car a few times. It was sad what happened to him and his girlfriend, they both died from carbon monoxide poisoning from an exhaust leak in the car they were parked in hanging out the woods drinking beer with the heat on. I knew them both, they were in their 30s
I have only been to one funeral which is my grandma's who lived in Canada. The others lived in China and I could not attend their funeral, either because they died before I was born, or because I was in the middle of a school semester and had exams to worry about.
25 years or so ago I was in the hospital for observation and was waiting for some blood lab results coming back. I couldn’t sleep in the damn hospital bed and wandered the grounds. By pure chance I walked through the dissection room into the (rather filled) morgue. This sickly-sweet smell of death will stay with you for a long time.
I was about 16 or 18 years old, me and my mom came up on an accident that just happened at a stoplight. A guy had been thrown out his windshield and was laying on the ground dead and very bloody. That shit stayed with me for awhile.
yikes
Aside from open casket funerals, it was my mom who died of cancer when I was 43 years old.
She had been suffering for a long time. She wanted to die in her own bed, so m, y sister, who is a nurse, cared for her.
My dad called me early one morning sobbing and said "She's gone."
I rushed to their home and found my mom stiff and cold in her bed. She was no longer in pain. I waited with her until the EMTs arrived to take her away.
I was 13 when I saw my first dead person, and it was a neighbour. I remember it feeling strange because this was someone who had been alive and around us, and suddenly they were gone. At that age, seeing death up close hits differently, especially when it's someone from your own neighbourhood. It made me realize how fragile life is. It's one of those things you don't really forget, even as you get older.
It will always remain the same, this feeling won't change, sometimes what comes after death is harder than seeing the dead, such as the absence that they create...
How can I see a dead person in real life? They are dead.
good point.!
It was my great uncle on my mom’s side. It was her uncle and my maternal grandmother’s brother in law of her sister. I was about 4 years old. I attended the wake and the funeral. And because he was a former Marine, there was an American flag laid over his casket and Marines were there to do a 21 gun salute and play Taps.
A relative. I was a toddler and helped my mom pick out her outfit.
In real life? I think it was my kindergarten friend's grandfather, at the wake.
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I think I was six or seven. I lived in a funeral home.
If you include open casket funerals, I think it was my uncle when I was in my mid twenties.
Otherwise it was my mother when I was 35.
My grandmother and I was 9.
Yet to be known
My Grandfather. I was 7.
I never saw a dead person... yet
My paternal grandfather, i was 19