My dad died when I was 5. I went to the funeral but not the cemetery afterwards. I remember it all pretty well. I enjoyed the funeral because it was nice and interesting to hear people talking about my father. Against my mother's wishes, there was an open casket. I creeped up just enough to see his shoes and that image still freaks me out. Wish I hadn't done that, but it was so tempting--like a car crash.
I was fine staying home with the babysitter for the cemetery piece.
I think my mom is overall happy with the way this worked.
Sorry for the impending loss. It is always hard.
me:smc (single mom by choice)
Dd: Conceived when I was 42 after 2 years ttc. Conceived on 6th IVF cycle after 2 bfn's and 3 m/cs.