On my Uncle Christopher's funeral... so, as to follow tradition, it was kinda like his "wedding ceremony". We all dressed in white.... there was simple white flowers and ribbons decorated in the hall of the house... and we toasted wine and ate cake just before the body left for church. But our hearts were still heavy and tears kept flooding our eyes.
We told each other (aunts and cousins), "Don't you start sobbing... or I'll start sobbing too!!"
The funeral and cremation was held in the small town of
My granny, amazingly, was much much stronger than I thought she would be. On one evening, we were sitting at the same table and having tea, and she asked me, what should she write in the Condolences Book... which was to be placed inside the coffin at the end. I just said, "Just write... as if you were speaking to him right now".
And she wrote a pageful... and she turned to me and read what she had written! It was a mother's last letter to her closest son. I couldn't even look straight at her... because I was afraid I'd breakdown and cry in front of her.
But she was cool.
You know, what death does to some families... is bring them closer together. My family is huge... and even at Christmas we don't get to see everyone at the same time.
It's also a time when people say, "let's put aside our differences. Our brother is death."
It's also a strange time when you've got a relative who "sees dead people".
Seriously... Uncle Jerry's wife has a half-sister in
And the second time, on the funeral morning : he thanks all his brothers and sisters for coming together and seeing him off for the last time.
It's been a month since that beautiful morning... in the sweet bye and bye.
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