Not the End

The funeral was this morning. We started out at the funeral home and processed to Christ the Good Shepherd. Mom and Dad were already seated, along with a handful of other people. Ken's good friend Father Joe gave the eulogy; he tried to make a few jokes and lighten the mood (Grandma wouldn't want any tears, he said.), though most people either didn't get the jokes or just didn't laugh. I did- they were funny.

Ken and I were fine until his brother Jeff read the Prayers of the Faithful (special intentions) and broke down at the end. That got us going. I hate to let people cry alone.

The music was great- all the songs were ones I like. But they are also the ones that get me choked up on a regular Mass day, so at the funeral I sobbed.

Then we processed to Memorial Park cemetery by Oakwoods and Willow Metro Parks. The rain and the wind were heavy, so the prayers were quick. Ken said that Grandma was telling us something.

We then headed back to Southgate and ate at the Hungarian Rhaspody, Grandma's favorite restaurant. I filled up on dumplings and gravy. They had a really nice spread.

Anyway, Ken and I left early to take Fr. Joe home, but we stopped back at the funeral home to pick up the pictures we had out and some of the flowers our friends sent.

Mom, we did take the basket you all sent. I think we'll get a couple window boxes for the deck. The flowers will look lovely there. Maybe I can plant some some in the front of the house, too.

That's all. We're going to head to the Czarny's in an hour or so to get a few things. And my birthday present. Wa-hoo.

Thanks also for the birthday wishes, cards, and gifts. It's great to be 32.