An Observation of a Celebration

On this past weekend, my Mother's oldest Sister passed away, she was 96. (Don't get nervous, this isn't about death). Her funeral was yesterday, (Wednesday, October 2, 2013).

When I was sitting at Aunt Ree's graveside service and listening to her eulogy, I began to cry. Not for her, because I knew she was in a much better place. I was crying for myself, because I will miss her and our visits.

I will miss her presence with me, but I also celebrate her time with me and the memories we shared.

When we went to her church for lunch after the service, there were relatives there that I had not seen in a long time and some I had never met. Some came from Texas and California. This was a blessing for me to be with all of these relatives.

We laughed and told stories about each other. We made little quips and quotes and enjoyed our time together.

In the past, when I have been to funerals and the luncheons afterwards, everyone has always been so somber and quietly polite, including myself. These relatives were just wonderful. They all helped my sadness go away.


If Aunt Ree had physically been in the room, she would probably have scolded us for having a good time at the event of her passing. And after the scolding, she would have laughed right along with us.

My Aunt Ree was an unforgettable character and I shall not forget her.