You shouldn't have worried about making noise at a funeral, it's not illegal to cry loudly.. Though it may be weird! Xx

I swear the same thing happened to me at my grandmothers funeral! My little sister told me she died with a smile on her face and i cried a lot but my sister didnt care at all and at the funeral she was crying and crying real hard while i was trying not to and my cousin said that im the one who doesnt even care and at least my sister loved her when really she just wanted attention

I'm sorry for your loss but don't worry when things go bad they can only get better we all know that one day we will meet her in heaven

I know that a lot of people say that when they die they don't want family and friends to cry because they're gone, but be happy that they're in a better place. That could have been the side story here.

I never cry at funerals. It's really weird. For søme reason, my emotional centre just shuts down if it's not happening directly to me. I actually felt nothing at all watching a video of 9/11 while others were crying. The smoke was an interesting mix of colours.

I can't cry at funerals anymore. I did one time, when I was around 8, when my uncle died. My mom got mad at me and started off on how "I'm making it harder on everyone else". So yeah, I can't anymore.

you were strong, and stay strong from peoples words.

That's what happened when my dog died. My brother didn't believe that I could cry silently.

Dont worry about what people like that say.. ues i know they are your parents but i walked in to my grandmother passed away.. i cried for a few mins but then stopped soni could support the rest of my family.. it is considered strong to be that way... mind u i totally broke down about a month later when i saw a picture of her.. but i did it when no one was there.. you are a strong person and let no one tell you different

I didn't cry a lot when my grandmother died, but that's because I knew she had finally stopped suffering, she was dying from end stage cancer (lung cancer I believe, it had spread all over even to her eyes) and I got to see her when she was alive and said my goodbye to her one last time and give her one last hug, I savored that moment I can still remember it. But I did cry at her funeral service, my father and I both did, If I think about it enough I can go back to that moment, my parents though separated sitting on either side of me, comforting me, and each other. My dad's warmth as I hugged his arm and leaned on him when singing the Church songs my grandmother loved most, the stories everyone told....Including one about how my dad freaked out when a pastor asked him where God was a few times and he ran back and hid in the closet, my uncle asked him what's wrong and he said: "(Uncle's name) God's missing they think we took him." To make a long story short funerals are for the living. My mom knows how I grieve and knows that for me the best healing is distraction, so after the funeral she took me shopping and as my grandmother's funeral was in Wisconsin there was plenty of farm stands and shops to do that... We probably looked strange two women dressed in all black, one in high heeled shoes and a long flowy skirt trying to decide which mushrooms were the best.