My grandmother died yesterday.
She had some surgery, then died a few hours later at 1.20 am.
I saw her body at 10 am. She was very cold, I assume she was in a cooler of sorts in the hospital morgue. I was generally okay with it. My youngest brother, who is 20, had rivers flowing from his eyes and kept having to sit down. When I say I was okay with it, I mean I was crying, but I was okay. It was calming in some sort of way, cos I thought "it is just a body; she really isn't here."
She had some surgery, then died a few hours later at 1.20 am.
I saw her body at 10 am. She was very cold, I assume she was in a cooler of sorts in the hospital morgue. I was generally okay with it. My youngest brother, who is 20, had rivers flowing from his eyes and kept having to sit down. When I say I was okay with it, I mean I was crying, but I was okay. It was calming in some sort of way, cos I thought "it is just a body; she really isn't here."
But you have the right perspective.