Hi! I saw a link to your death question, and I thought I'd chip in.
The first experience I had was with my grandfather. He died when I was about. . . seven? Six? And I don't remember the lead up to the funeral, I just remember this overwhelming feeling when I saw the coffin and realizing that there was my grandpa, and I was never going to see him again. It felt like choking on dust. And all I could think of was that I wanted to hug the people who went and spoke about him and started to cry. Then they played a happy song as we left, as was his wish, and that was it. Now it's a sort of numb regret that I didn't know as much about him as I could've.
I hope this helps? :)
Though I have already replied to you I thought I’d publish your story and just add on what I sent you earlier too for anyone keeping track of these. Thanks again love! ________________________________
Thank you so much for answering my question! I very much appreciate it.
I thought I’d reply to you in your ask as you didn’t say whether or not you’d be ok with me publishing your reply so I thought I’d air on the safe side.