When my mother died (of emphysema), my father would not allow us to come home. There was no funeral. To this day we have no idea what he did with her body, but suppose he had her cremated and the ashes thrown out. So when my dad died, my brother, who was taking care of him, made the same decision for him. That was over 20 years ago. I’m just now beginning to forgive them and to regret my anger. I wish it could have been different, but knowing my parents, it was their wish and I’m sure they discussed it beforehand without sharing their plans with us.