I just got done listening to this beautiful essay on NPR. Someone wrote in to say, "Always Go to the Funeral." I'm writing you because I didn't go, and I feel terrible about it. My aunt Miriam just passed away. She wasn't really my aunt. I never knew how she was related to me. I used to call her "Grandma Miriam," and later it was "Auntie Miriam." She always gave me good Christmas presents.
I wanted to go to the funeral. Part of me did, at least, but part of me thought of all the obligations and plans I had already made (training course, baseball game, weekend at my boyfriend's) and I didn't want to cancel all these things. And then there was the money. I live in New York and most of my family is in New Mexico. I tried the bereavement rates and the discount carriers, and the cheapest flight I could get was $470.
I told myself, "Put it on your credit card. Think of all the useless crap you waste your money on every day, you can afford this." But I didn't want to spend the money. And then I thought of the dozens of times I had promised myself, "Always put friends and family before money." And I asked my boyfriend for advice, and he said, "That's a lot of money. It's OK not to spend it." And I asked my sister, "Is it OK if I don't go? It's just so expensive." And she said it was OK. So now here I am. It is the morning of the funeral and I feel awful. I should have gone.
I could have afforded it. I'm loaded with credit card debt, but I waste my money on so many unnecessary things. This would have been a lot at once, but it wouldn't be outrageous. Hell, I'm planning a summer vacation in New Mexico where I plan to stay at a fancy multi-star resort. I could have afforded it. And yet I didn't go. And now it's too late to change my mind.
I feel so much regret. And this regret makes me turn inward. I look at my life, and I wonder what I'm doing here. I love New York, but things like this make me wonder how I can survive so far away from my family. I miss them all the time. I don't know what I'm doing in this city, in this job, so far away from everything. I earn money, and I spend it on rent and food. And the food is terrific, but what am I doing here? Why didn't I go to the funeral? I want someone to say, "It's OK." But then I would know that they were just lying to soothe me.
Coulda Been a Mourner
Dear Coulda Been a Mourner,
When we are stung with regret about an action we have taken or failed to take, often our first thought is, Why?! Why did I do that? Why did I not do that?! Why?!
Why is not always the best question to ask. It is often better to first ask, What? For Why? presumes we already know the What? but we often don't. Not really. Not fully. Not in the deep and lasting way fitting to an occasion we will remember the rest of our lives. Much of the Why? can be answered if we fully explore the What?.
So let's ask, What? What happened? First, your aunt died. Your aunt died and news reached you -- a relative called you and told you, or you received an e-mail. And then what happened? What did you do next? Did you sit down and feel sad? Where were you? Did you feel fearful or conflicted? Did you call someone close to you to talk about it? What feelings came up?
Write about that moment when you got the news. Put aside some time to do this. If it is hard to find the time, then consider the hours or days you would have put aside to go to the funeral, and put aside just a fraction of that time to write down your recollection of events. Put aside, say, just two hours when you can be alone and recollect it. Begin writing and do not be concerned about the quality or accuracy of what you write. Just keep the pen moving, or the fingers typing. Try to move forward in time through the events. Write about how you got the news, and what you thought about, and who you talked to, and what you remembered of your aunt. If things from the past occur to you as you write, put them in, but keep moving forward. Write about the activities you had planned for the period of time your aunt's funeral would have been -- the baseball game, the training course, the weekend at your boyfriend's. Do not shame yourself for wanting to do these things. They are good, human activities. Write about those activities and how much you like them and how much you were looking forward to them. Also write about the $470 ticket to New Mexico, and your experience talking to airline reservation agents about bereavement fares.
It may help to write this in the form of a letter to a friend or relative. Or you may want to address it to your aunt. If you find you have specific things you want to say to your aunt, you can address her in the course of writing the letter even if the letter does not begin, Dear Auntie Miriam. Just say, by the way, Auntie Miriam, I wanted to tell you this. That way you can say things to her in the letter that you might have wanted to say, and if you want to ask forgiveness for not attending the funeral you can ask her forgiveness. She would probably understand. The dead are wise. But they don't know everything. She might have been wondering where you were. So just tell her what happened.
Don't worry about being correct. Just be complete. Put it all down: when you got the news, in what manner the news came to you, what you were doing when you got the news and where you were, who told you, what you felt and what you did. Try to remember the feelings you had and what went through your mind.
When you have written all this, then find a time to read it aloud to a close friend or family member, someone who will not judge you but will thank you and support you. Or, if you prefer, read it aloud alone, perhaps addressing our aunt as you read.
The simple truth is that you are experiencing deep regret and deep loss and you are trying to handle it. Funerals are one way to handle this but not the only way. It isn't that you made the right decision or the wrong decision. You can't change the fact that your aunt died and that you did not attend the funeral. This is what regret is like: Something has happened that really, truly, utterly cannot be changed. It is done. It is over. And we played a part in it. We chose a path and that choice cannot be changed either.
You are experiencing the loss of your aunt. But consider this: Losing someone is more like missing their funeral than attending their funeral. So what you are feeling is closer to the raw, irrevocable realization of death than what you would be feeling if you had gone to the funeral. In making this little mistake you have gained something irreplaceable that will serve you the rest of your life. Now you see why we have funerals. They help us get over it. They replace the dead with a convocation of the living. They help us avoid the true irrevocable silence and absence that is death. So it is good to go to the funeral not because we offend the dead with our absence. Funerals are very boring to the dead (they laugh about it later, at the after-party, and they make fun of our clothes). Instead it is good to go to the funeral because then we do not have to face the terror of our ultimate nonexistence alone in our apartments.
So next time someone close to you dies, you will know: Take the easy way out. Charge the bereavement fare to your credit card. Go to the funeral and be among the living. But please know that you are not a coarse, unfeeling person, that you have not offended her, that you are not lacking in human decency. You have done nothing wrong in missing this funeral. In fact, by writing out what happened, you can memorialize this event and honor your aunt in a way that is unique and that adds to her memory.
So think of it this way: Rather than attend the palliative event like the rest of the family, you unwittingly stuck your head out the window of the car and took in a full face of death at 70 miles an hour. Now you know what that's like. It's better to go to the funeral. But the funeral is not for the dead. The dead don't need funerals. We the living do.
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