Post by 181lizard on Jul 6, 2007 12:13:36 GMT -5
Thank you all for your responses. They are heartwarming.
My oldest brother spoke for the entire "service". We decided not to have a stranger do it as none of us were comfortable with that idea. So instead, it ended up being a kind of story telling about her & us growing up. I had found a "journal" she had started back in 97. Only has about 8 pages but it was enough to get the memories rolling through all of our minds. Once my brother started the stories... and my sister cutting in at the most appropriate moments...the gathering laughed and laughed. My daughter is a cryer. She'll cry at the drop of a hat & she didn't dissapoint us this day either. Every few seconds she'd honk her nose into another kleenex. With no waste basket in the pews, the only container available was her purse. Within 10 minutes, her purse was overflowing. At one point, my brother spoke about the tears we'd all have & I picked up Becks purse & showed the crowd her wadded up kleenex inside. They got a really good laugh when she tossed another one in as I was showing it.
It was a great memorial to her. Some of our friends that had only just met Momma in the past year or so, said they felt like they actually got to know her through our stories.
I had to laugh when we got back to the house. The brother that spoke, saw I had brought the fixins for margarita's (he's a dedicated & longtime Christian) and asked if I would make him one, so I did. Then he asked for another, which I made too. His last one...he had a grin on his face & he plunked that plastic cup down and said "Hows about one more Babe?" (my nickname) We laughed & laughed at the change in just a few hours. From all of us being uptight & weepy to "comeon!!! One more for MOM! WoooHooo!!"
All in all, a great way for us to send her home.
Now...the heart has to learn she's gone. I can't explain the feeling I have each morning as I wake up & my first thought is...does she have Dr. Appt's? Do I have to go to the store for her? I wonder if she needs some laundry done. Strange. And I'm sure some of you have gone through the exact same thing.
Once again...thank you all for your kindnesses.
My oldest brother spoke for the entire "service". We decided not to have a stranger do it as none of us were comfortable with that idea. So instead, it ended up being a kind of story telling about her & us growing up. I had found a "journal" she had started back in 97. Only has about 8 pages but it was enough to get the memories rolling through all of our minds. Once my brother started the stories... and my sister cutting in at the most appropriate moments...the gathering laughed and laughed. My daughter is a cryer. She'll cry at the drop of a hat & she didn't dissapoint us this day either. Every few seconds she'd honk her nose into another kleenex. With no waste basket in the pews, the only container available was her purse. Within 10 minutes, her purse was overflowing. At one point, my brother spoke about the tears we'd all have & I picked up Becks purse & showed the crowd her wadded up kleenex inside. They got a really good laugh when she tossed another one in as I was showing it.
It was a great memorial to her. Some of our friends that had only just met Momma in the past year or so, said they felt like they actually got to know her through our stories.
I had to laugh when we got back to the house. The brother that spoke, saw I had brought the fixins for margarita's (he's a dedicated & longtime Christian) and asked if I would make him one, so I did. Then he asked for another, which I made too. His last one...he had a grin on his face & he plunked that plastic cup down and said "Hows about one more Babe?" (my nickname) We laughed & laughed at the change in just a few hours. From all of us being uptight & weepy to "comeon!!! One more for MOM! WoooHooo!!"
All in all, a great way for us to send her home.
Now...the heart has to learn she's gone. I can't explain the feeling I have each morning as I wake up & my first thought is...does she have Dr. Appt's? Do I have to go to the store for her? I wonder if she needs some laundry done. Strange. And I'm sure some of you have gone through the exact same thing.
Once again...thank you all for your kindnesses.
