Whether it is necessary to be sad or even cry at the funeral, I think it is probably related to our professional identity, occasion and other factors.
I would like to share my views and opinions from the following aspects, and welcome more friends to discuss and exchange views on this issue and views.
Those who touch the heart are not emotional. When I was 8 years old, my mother died, I was brought up by my grandmother, I grew up to go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau as a soldier, and gradually drifted away from my grandmother, and the thought of my grandmother became more and more intense.
I remember that year, I was already serving as a political propaganda officer of the detachment, and in the middle of the night I received a call from my second brother-in-law saying that my grandmother had died suddenly due to cerebral hemorrhage.
The bad news came, and early the next morning I asked the leader of the detachment for leave, hurried home, and sent my grandmother on the last journey, I was my grandmother's most beloved grandson, and my grandmother's funeral could not be without me.
When I got home, everything was ready for Grandma's funeral, and I suppressed the grief in my heart and did not let my tears fall, until the moment of the spirit, looking at Grandma's fading back, the scenes of the past reappeared in front of my eyes.
As far back as I can remember, there was something delicious in the house, and the first thing Grandma thought of was her precious grandson. In the painful childhood, I have no grandmother to this day, my grandmother has no self to spend more than a year, and the two grandchildren are dependent on each other for their lives, and they cannot be abolished.
Thinking that tears have blurred my eyes, like beads that have fallen off the line, pain is like a knife, seeing things and thinking of people, touching the scenery, how can I not be sad, how can I not cry.
The second story I want to talk about is my comrades-in-arms, although we graduated from different military schools, we have a fate in a squadron, he is a platoon leader, I am a second platoon leader, eat the same pot of rice, raise a flag, and form a deep camaraderie.
You never know which tomorrow or accident will come first, and on a Saturday afternoon, a long row of people was in a car accident while out on an errand.
Life abruptly stopped at the age of 26, leaving behind a wife and elderly parents who had been married for less than a year.
At the funeral, the soldiers lost their respected platoon leader, and we lost our comrades-in-arms.
Maybe it's all because of the soldiers, the soldiers don't believe in tears, we can only hide the sadness and tears in our hearts.
Take off your hat and mourn for three minutes, send your comrades on the last journey. Life does not believe in tears, the living are strong, and comrades-in-arms may turn grief into the strength to move forward, which is the greatest comfort for the deceased.
That year, two comrades of the SWAT detachment were killed during a test flight training in Lintong District.
The funeral was held at the Xi'an Funeral Home, and on the day of the funeral, more than 1,000 people attended the funeral, including the leaders of the provincial department, the leaders of the municipal bureau, the leaders of the city and the comrades-in-arms of the special police detachment.
The funeral was solemn and solemn, people from all walks of life in Xi'an Were there, and the comrades in arms of the SPECIAL Police Detachment forcibly suppressed the grief in their hearts, not sad or weeping.
It was not until after the funeral that the comrades-in-arms of the SWAT detachment hugged and cried together, and the two living people were separated by yin and yang in the blink of an eye, saying that they would leave, and they would go to heaven without saying a word of preciousness.
Conclusion: Man is a high-level animal with feelings, and in such an occasion of life and death as a funeral, how can he not be sad and how not to shed tears. Sometimes, just because of the difference in identity and occasion, let us keep sadness and crying in our hearts, in a way to express our thoughts about the deceased.
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