I went to a funeral this past Saturday for my uncle. He suffered a serious stroke eight years ago, and his situation deteriorated quickly over the past year. My uncle’s family decided on a viewing instead of a full service, so we were at the Rose Hills Visitation Center for about an hour and a half. Everyone in the family showed up except a few cousin-in-laws that were not local. Along with some friends and coworkers, there were about 30-40 people at the viewing. My dad got up to speak first, and was followed by a handful of other people, including my cousins.
It was a sad occasion, but since my uncle’s condition was getting worse, I think he is in a much better place. I am not sure what he believed in with respect to religion, but he did visit a church a few times. He will be cremated and placed in a wall cubby at Rose Hills. Both my grandparents on my dad’s side are buried there, and my parents purchased two additional spots next to them when it is their time to go.
Life with chronic diseases 