Dying in my religion…

I’ve come to realize that I want a pagan based funeral/death… but I also realize that I have no clue how my mom and family will feel about that, about me not having a catholic funeral. I know that what my family wants can over rule what I want in my will once I’m dead. Which is why I’d have to come to terms with them about what I want before I die, but it’s a conversation I’m dreading to have. In the past year and a half, I have come out of the gay closet and the pagan closets to my mom, which is the person that deserves to know most… Or maybe she’s just the person that I know would care most. And I’m still unsure about how she feels about all of it. I know she doesn’t understand what being pagan means. I keep wanting to bring her to brunch, but I still haven’t yet. It just a weird subject to talk about with my mom, when she knows almost nothing about. And talking about my death, would just keep adding to the whole “weird-ness”… how different I’ve become in the last year.

By being pagan, I’m not rejecting Christianity, I’m simply accepting that it’s not the path for me. I’ve actually come to accept it and understand it a lot better now that I’m not forced to follow it.