Taking it in their stride

I shall be thinking of you all tomorrow, Kate. I am pleased to hear that the boys are attending, it seems right to me.

I was 10 when my baby brother died. We were got up and told simply that he was dead and packed off the school where the head master made the announcement in morning assembly and we were left to get on with the day. No one even put an arm around us. When we got home we were told never to speak of his death and didn't dare to cry.

Only my 12 year old brother was allowed to go to the funeral and I was sent to walk my younger siblings to a neighbour a little way off. As bad luck would have it the hearse stopped us en route and I was asked the way to my own address and there was the small white coffin. I cried all the way to the neighbour's house and can't see a child's coffin without wanting to cry.

With best wishes NanKate that all goes well today.

My parents were clearly no psychologists and I am relieved to think that my grandchildren will be helped if need be to deal with the loss of me

Thinking of you NanKate

When DS was 9 a boy he sometimes played with died in a road accident, which upset him. That day was the day we went to the library on the way home from school. DS chose the MacDonald book of the body and an American book describing what death was, what happened to the body (physically) and different ways the body was disposed of and the different traditions about what followed death.

We got home, I sat on the floor with DS and his younger sister and with the books we covered every aspect of hatching, matching and dispatching and how the body worked. We were still sitting there talking when DH got home from work an hour and a half later, which brought our discussions to a natural end and both children wandered off quite happily to talk to their DF and ask when supper would be ready because they were so hungry.

Not quite the same but I took my 2 young DGS to their Great Grandma's funeral. She was their other Nan's Mum and she and their Dad wanted to be able to focus on the funeral but wanted the boys to be part of it too. They were about 5 and 7 at the time and I had them with me towards the back of the creamatorium. Other mourners seemed surprised but pleased to see them and the boys took it in their stride although they had been very fond Nanna N.
I left them with my DD after the service and they went to the little gathering afterwards with her and evidently were the perfect antidote to all the sadness.
Death is the only certainty in this life and if we can make it part of the natural process I think children learn to accept it. It must be very difficult though when it's their parents or even sibling and my heart goes out to anyone in that situation

I used to use a kaleidescope to explain death to my kids, I showed them how there are lovely, but changing patterns and all part of the same thing...........sometimes people are nearer to us but never gone, still there part of the pattern.

Will be thinking of you all. Bereavement is tough.

One of the 7 year olds I used to teach told me her grandma had flown up into the sky! This prompted quite a discussion as some of the other kids didn't think this was possible!

He tried to explain that now that grandma had gone he'd like me to be both 'grandma' and 'nana'. I wasn't sure how his mind was working on this but I agreed to be both and that made him happy. Anya I think that's lovely.

Nina My friend wouldn't let her then 11 yr old attend her grandmother's funeral. The daughter has never forgiven her My younger sister was 11 when our father died and DM decided she was too young to go to the funeral. About 25 years later she attended the funeral of his elder brother and told me she felt as though she had finally buried her dad.

for all who are bereaved

Aged 11 I wasn't allowed to do to my feathers funeral and it left me lost.
As this was 1949 he had lain in our "front room" since his death on Sunday until the funeral on Wednesday. I walked through that room many times a day so I wasn't shielded from thast aspect of death but it wasn't deemed suitable for my cousins and me to go to the service.

I'm sorry for your families loss Nankate

I agree with roses

I know it's fiction but I am reminded of the current 'Enders story and how badly the character Jack has handled explaining the loss of his children's mother and aunt.
I think it's best to explain in age appropriate terms the death of someone close. It's not a good idea to "waffle".
My friend wouldn't let her then 11 yr old attend her grandmother's funeral. The daughter has never forgiven her.

PS I think it's a good thing that memories continue to be shared and those who have died are remembered in this way and through photographs.

My co-grandmother died just over 2 years ago. Our shared GC, both boys, were just 8 and just 4. They were saddened but not distraught. The older boy asked to go to the funeral and this was, eventually after a lot of heart-searching, granted. He cried, along with everyone else, but I think that helped him understand and come to terms with losing 'grandma'.

The younger boy talked about her more, at least to me. He asked if I could please be his 'grandma' now. This confused me as I was always 'nana'. He tried to explain that now that grandma had gone he'd like me to be both 'grandma' and 'nana'. I wasn't sure how his mind was working on this but I agreed to be both and that made him happy.

They both occasionally talk about 'grandma' in terms of affection, so she's not forgotten.

I'll be thinking of you today NanKate

Young children are matter of fact Nan because it is incomprehensible to them, also because ( at the moment) it doesn't impact on them or their lives.Later on, they will miss her, and possibly ask when she is coming back, especially the younger boy.
Then she will begin to fade away for them as life moves on.
My own DGS used to ask will 'they have to stay in Heaven for a long time?Will they be back for Christmas'? Etc because nothing is final to a child.
So, they will be fine at the funeral, and will enjoy the adult attention and the 'Party' afterwards.This is how it should be.
It will be hard for your DIL Nan ?

Yes children understand much more than we sometimes think. They are quite pragmatic about things. We need to be honest when telling them about things like death, no need for any great detail bit no euphemisms either. I remember a lady asking my granddaughter then aged about 7 what her daddy did, she replied oh my daddy is dead, the poor woman was rendered speechless.

I find this so reassuring that your two G'S's can talk freely and be so well supported. I personally think the subject is hidden too far away in this modern world. Children are very matter of fact as previous posters have said. As long as questions are answered honestly that's the main thing.

I think they will be fine Kate. And, if they say something that seems 'inappropriate', it will lighten the mood and no one will take offence.

I think I've mentioned that our DGD aged 5 drew a picture of a rocket taking her 'other' granddad to heaven and has it on her bedroom wall. She talks about it often. I think it's healthy for them to chat about it.

I hope the funeral goes well.

When two deaths occurred in very quick succession when my first two children were small (about 6 and 7) I found them in their bedroom with chairs and tables upturned and covered in sheets. I asked them what they were playing and they calmly said: "This is a dying machine - you go in that end and come out here dead!" I did a bit of a double take as it seemed so callous, but in reality it was their way of making the incomprehensible concrete and therefore manageable.

I think children are more matter of fact about death,my grandaughters other granny runs a care home and the wee one often visits,she'll tell me about who is very sick or who is living in their bed and who died recently,usually she tells the time of death and the fact the family/partner were there.Its a very healthy attitude I think.When we weere small being from an irish catholic family ,kids were always included in life events,I've never been worried or scared of death or dead bodies and my kids were raised the same way