Well, we made it through the wake (oh my achin' feet!!) and funeral and graveside services without anyone collapsing. Only my son was MIA; he's dealing with some sort of depression and can not handle the sadness of funerals.
My brother wrote a wonderful eulogy (including the call/response my parents sang while doing Mom's physical therapy - Dad would sing "Oh how we danced on the night we were wed" to which Mom would reply "If you think we danced, you have rocks in your head.")
The church was full with her siblings, grandchildren, cousins, friends and neighbors. The organist mangled "Wind Beneath My Wings" but did "Danny Boy" okay and I was already out the door by the time he was supposed to segue into "When Irish Eyes are Smiling." We had a police escort all the way. The weather was beautiful: 60s, slightly overcast with a light breeze. And the catered lunch was delicious. Tomorrow everything goes back to whatever the new normal is.
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