We had my mom's funeral in October, just a few short weeks after she had passed. It was such a sad day, and I felt so detached. If it weren't for my wife, who was there to steer me around and hug me at all the right times, I swear I would have just collapsed by her casket and never moved.
The vision in my head of that day is still a haze, and it felt like I wasn't really there. When they lowered her down into the grave, my heart gave and I cried for the rest of the night, no longer caring what anyone else thought.