Monday, May 05, 2008
Well, it went better than I had hoped. I actually held it together & managed to read my poem without bawling. It helped that my oldest granddaughter, Kaitlin, read a poem she had written, also. She's only 9, but has wisdom beyond her years.
We first went to the cemetery (in the pouring rain) and had a service. My sister had bought roses for each member of the family to place in the grave around the urn. Mom's great-grandchildren, grandchildren, children & spouses placed a rose there. As we were doing that, a bird broke into song! I said, "Mom's singing to us!"
We then went to the church & gathered in the parlor until time for the service. It was very nicely done! Rev. Henry did a fine job. Afterwards we got to catch up with friends & relatives from near & far. It just seems so final, but also was very comforting. Good grief, I'm going to miss her!