i know how you feel
i was only 10 when my grandad died, but he was a wonderful man, kind, gentle and loving. i wasn't allowed to go to his funeral or even to say goodbye, because my parents felt i was too young.
for years i was upset by this, then i went to the funeral of a friend of mine. he looked nothing like he had in life and the vicar conducting the service had never met him, despite the fact that he was quite happy to tell the whole church what a wonderful person he had been.
it took all of this to make me realise that i didn't need a funeral to say goodbye, just like i didn't need to see his body to remember him. you have your memories and they will always be with you. remember him in your own way and a part of him will never die.
*hugs*
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sun 2 Mar 2008, 0:08, Reply)