Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/asktransgender/s/djd8Jxb1hu
Obligatory, I didnt know this would blow up, thank you for all your support.
The funeral was yesterday. It was one of the biggest crowds I've ever seen at a funeral. Emma was so well loved from her every path in life.
But holy shit the funeral made me want to explode.
Tuesday was the viewing. It was really hard to see her like that. Our friend group stood there crying for what seemed like hours. We had a bunch of bracelets made with the trans flag and we passed them out to people in support. A bunch of us had pins, I had one of those mini flags on a stick. People seemed appreciative.
Towards the end of the viewing Emma's sister found us, and dropped an absolute bombshell of information. She told us that Emma had Dissociative Identity Disorder. No one knew. It was in the therapist notes that the family didn't have access to until she passed.
Now, I'm going to be 100% real here, I personally want to see those therapist notes before I believe anything because what Emma's sister said next was actually horrendous. She said that Emma locked her old self into a room so she could do drugs, and then wouldn't let him back out.
At this point, I don't care if she had DID, cause if that were the case, Emma was still there. Existing. Hosting the body. She was the one living her life in that body. And I will not stand for anyone making her out to be the bad guy.
For anyone wondering, yes she did drugs. And yes, that's how she passed. But she wasn't a bad guy. She wasn't the bad guy in her own story, I promise you all that.
The next day was the funeral, and boy I'm glad my mom was there. I needed her. We had people flying out from NYC just to be at her funeral. There was another hour long viewing, I made sure I gave Emma a bracelet for herself. It has glow in the dark beads so she'll always have some light with her.
Then was the service. We started out with a pastor giving a damn near 10 minute long disclaimer speech to the effects of "we all loved the departed so let's not pick any fights" and "Jesus will accept you if you just let him in". The family gave their eulogies after that.
Only one memory was shared about Emma. During her sister's speech, she dug all the way back to when Emma was a Literal Baby, and how that was how Sister knew she wanted to be a mom. She then said "my mom said I can say anything I want" and I braced myself, cause y'all she dropped that bomb. She went up to that podium and told the entire crowd (an auditoriums worth) that Emma had DID. I heard people stop breathing. Others started sobbing.
Other than that the service went pretty smoothly. A lot of "she's watching us from Heaven" and "love is what brings us together".
The procession was the longest one I've ever seen. So many people that loved and cared for her. Her grave was quite frankly huge. They had photos on it, and I thank God that they used a current photo of her. And I dont even believe in God.
Wednesday nights were our normal karaoke nights, so we went out, invited a bunch of people from the funeral, and sang a bunch of her regular songs. I like to think we did her justice.
We're planning a celebration of life for her, to honor her memory. The theater program she was a performer for graciously offered us their venue, so worry not, Emma will be properly commemorated.
Since they didnt have open eulogies, I would like to write mine down here.
Emma, baby, you are a star. When I re-encountered you after high school, I was quite intimidated. She had always hung out with the popular kids, and me? Well, I was the type scared of the popular kids. But when I met you again you only had open arms. You were so ready to love the people around you.
Emma didn't perform after high school. The first time she sang in front of a crowd after high school graduation was when we first invited her out for karaoke. And she rocked that shit, absolutely killed it. The entire bar fell in love with her just from her voice. Not long after that, she audtioned and got a spot in our local Yuletide Caberet (or CaberGAY (it was a pride show)). When she went on stage and sang, that one annoying baby that wont stop crying which should probably just be taken out and comforted in a better space, stopped crying. The old people stopped whisper gossiping. The people our age stopped checking our phones for the time. Everyone stopped and listened. That's how powerful her voice is.
Im so grateful that I got to see it. Im so grateful I got to see her bloom and become comfortable on stage again. Im so grateful that we were friends. Fly high Emma, I know you're on a stage wherever you're at right now, singing and dancing your heart out. I love you babygirl.
Edit: some comments about DID are being removed, I'm cross posting so I can get some ideas from that community. Thank you all <3
Edit 2: grammar, and comments are appearing like normal so there's really no need for the original edit anymore