My Life wasn't really exposed too much to the subject of death until i was more into my teenage years. I think death could be a very confusing topic for kids younger than that and therefore should wait until they're older to learn about all matters of Death.
My first Death experience happened when I was about 14 years old when my grandmother, my father's mother, passed away in her fight against cancer. It was really weird receiving the news from my father that she had died. It was the first time that someone who I knew actually passed, so it was definitely something surreal to take in. Being that I was family, I was around when my dad and uncles were setting everything up on the days leading up to the actual wake and funeral. When i first walked into the room and saw my grandmother in the open casket, i was in complete shock. It was a really sad, shocking, overall crazy moment. I felt my body pretty much freeze as I saw my grandmother lay there, lifeless.
After the whole experience with my grandmother, I pretty much got the hang of dealing with death. When other relatives or friends of mine eventually passed, I had an idea on what was to be expected. Since my grandmother, I attended 3 additional funerals. The experience of attending a funeral is pretty much the same for every one i went to. Its a sad, grieving day where people come together to pay tribute to the life of a loved one lost. First, they attend the wake, grieve and pray that their loved one is in a better place. Then the actual funeral happens, which is the final farewell to the loved one. The week after the funeral is more of the time for the mourners to try and accept the loss of their loved one.
While the actual word "Death" can be viewed as more of an action or a happening to a person, death is more of a process. Even after a person passes on, their memory stays alive within loved ones they have left behind. It juut proves the saying true, they may be "gone but not forgotten".
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