I grew up in a funeral home. Both my parents were morticians.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wanted to be at my sister's funeral, but my family has always had a complicated dynamic.
I grew up in a house that was in a constant state of mourning.
I take classes to be a mortician.
My parents were married my whole life until my father passed away a few years ago.
I know it sounds crazy, but I have had far more connection with my parents after their deaths.
I grew up in a broken home, working class. My paternal grandmother raised me and my brother; my father was with us, and my mother lived in Jersey.
My father died when I was five, but I grew up in a strong family.
My parents were mourning the death of my sister. She was killed in a car accident before I was born, and I didn't know she existed until I was 13 or 14 years old. I knew I was growing up in a house where people were angry and sad.
My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding and the baby at every christening.
I grew up in the kitchen, mostly with my grandfather, my mother and my aunt Raffy.