VERSION|0.5.1|NAME|Administrator (Rev. Dr. Peter Hearty)|DATE|1364488217|CONTENT|My own mother died a few weeks after my elder brother died. 

My brother's funeral was a humanist ceremony which revolved around him, his life and his interests and helped many of us to say our final farewells properly.

My mother's funeral was unceremoniously tacked on to the end of a Catholic mass, by a priest who clearly knew nothing about her and cared even less. He didn't even bother to say hello to me. It was a freezing cold day when she was placed in the ground and everyone wanted back inside as quickly as possible. I still feel I never got the chance to say goodbye.|IP-ADDRESS|94.168.119.214|MODERATIONFLAG|
