Is it okay to say it was a beautiful day for a funeral?
Because it WAS a beautiful day. Sad of course, but sunny and warm with a slight breeze to dry our tears.
I’m bettin’ she planned it this way.
Looking back on yesterday’s events, I feel the need to send a bunch of kudos to the funeral home directors – a family of three boys who own and operate one of the two funeral home choices in the county. They are so professional, so respectful, and made things incredibly easy for us. They took all of the guess work out of everything – for us, for my boys the pall bearers, and for the extended family.
They knew everyone’s names, and all their connections, and if we forgot a distant relative, they remembered!
After the funeral service, they took all the flowers and plants to the house for us, then met us back at the school cafeteria (which doubles as the funeral hall), to let us know what our next steps would be.
They did an amazing job, and I can’t thank them enough.
And thank goodness they were there. Rose’s funeral was extremely difficult for us. We had just buried Fred 4 months ago, and losing Rose so quickly afterwards has been hard. Many people advised us not to feel like orphans, but in a sense, we do. Not only have we lost a great mother and grandmother, but we’ve lost the anchor to our family. Because of this, many tears were shed throughout the day. Mario especially had a difficult time. She and Rose had been quite close, getting together once or twice a week to play cards and catch up with each other. Closing these doors will take quite a toll on us, I have a feeling.
But in the midst of all our sadness is a sense of relief. She’s at peace now. No longer is she in pain. No longer is she struggling to breathe. She’s with her beloved husband, whom she’s known since they were young children. And we feel like we can breathe again.