My mother buried three husbands - and two of them were only napping.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My grandmother was a very tough woman. She buried three husbands and two of them were just napping.
I remember burying a girl fourteen years of age who had died with a ruptured appendix... I buried a good many people that I knew, some of whom I loved.
My dad was diagnosed with cancer, so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.
My father was a misanthrope who slept all day and stayed up all night so that he wouldn't have to see people. He ran a business with a large staff but would go there at night and leave things for them to do during the day when he wasn't there.
I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.
I live in the county where my mother was born and buried.
Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.
My cousin Jerry Lucey and five other firefighters died in a warehouse fire in Worcester, Mass. - my hometown - right in the middle of our old neighborhood downtown when a homeless couple started a fire to keep warm and the entire building went up. My cousin died trying to save homeless people who had already left the building.
My mother and I took over abandoned buildings to sleep in.
When I had to bury my child, I probably didn't start grieving until a year and a half later.