I'm so sorry for your grandmother's passing. A witness funeral makes it even worse.
Back when we started not attending meetings but still believed, we went to the funeral of a prominent elder who was like a second dad to my husband. He had a DF daughter living in Florida, and made the trip from Florida to Wisconsin for the funeral. I was appalled at how all the dubs could look at this heavily grieving woman and just look the other way, knowing she had just lost her dad. There was a constant space around her, even though there were about 600 people attending. I'm ashamed that I never noticed how wrong the treatment was before, but that day it struck me that it was cruel. Anyway, at the meal, someone asked her brother about her, and he said she was sitting home waiting for everyone (this was 3 hours later), and he just shrugged his shoulders and said that she knew ahead of time how it was going to be. Alarm bells were ringing all over the place, and it was almost surreal how I was looking at all these people I knew so well in new light (no pun intended). I still use that funeral as the time I realized that I was on the outside looking in, so to speak. I could never reconcile to being a docile dub again.
I honestly don't think I could step inside a KH again for any reason whatsoever. I give you alot of credit.