sadness and celebration
I apologize for the lack of posts over the past few days, but Tim and I have been out of town for a funeral.
It’s the first time since we got married that we’ve had to deal with the death of a loved one, though I know it won’t be the last. I think it was important to our family that we were there. Even though sometimes it’s not possible to attend a family member’s funeral, it always helps, in my experience.
I’ve been fairly lucky in that I haven’t lossed any near family members and I got to spend time with my great-grandma, arrière grand-maman, my great Auntie Eve and my great Uncle Ron. I’ve been unlucky to have lost my high school principal and a good friend when he was a senior. Going to those funerals offered closure and I was able to give and receive support from friends and family.
In this case, we definitely got that. I was told — and I’m sure he was too — many times that family appreciated us being there. I was glad to be there too, and I’m sure it meant a lot to my husband.
It was a lovely funeral, a lovely wake and though there were tears, it was more a celebration of Maude’s life and the tough, sweet, classy, stylish woman she was. We went through old photos, told storise and just remembered a great lady.
To paraphrase the priest at her funeral, she’s up in Heaven, where she’s been reunited with people who love her.
