I just got home from work and on the way home, I stopped at a visitation for the brother of one of my employees.
I don't like the whole viewing thing but I had to sign the book and drop off some money (the family is financially unable to pay for the funeral so all of us at work put some money together to donate) and his body was by where I needed to be so I stopped for a quick look.
He looked fantastic, he has been sick for years with a brain tumor and always looked so tired and pale. He just looked asleep.
For someone so fascinated with death, you would think I would just hang out at funeral homes. I guess I always figured they would open their eyes or grab me!
I think it meant a lot to his sister that I even stopped to view him as she knows It isn't my thing!
This has opened a door for me, one less phobia.
Many more to go.