My mother's memorial service was this past Saturday. We had it in the meeting room of her favorite place, Crystal Visions. Yes, my pretties, a new age bookstore. At least 75 people attended, and Jackie B., her minister and my fairie godmother presided. My husband and a close friend performed the decidedly non-religious musical selections, including 'Fire and Rain', and I hired a bagpiper for Amazing Grace. Sandra insisted on getting a picture of me paying the piper. For a memorial, the whole thing was very light hearted, but after actively fighting breast cancer for seven years, it just felt like she is finally free of the pain and the body that betrayed her.
In an interesting aside, my father, whom I hadn't seen in 10 years, came for a couple of days, and went to the service. He cried more than anyone, and told me that morning that she was his soulmate, and he had fucked the whole thing up and never stopped missing her. Whew. More emotional turmoil. He brought with him my youngest half-sister, who is 12 to my 34. She looks and acts so much like me at that age, I can't wait to see the other two. Boy, is that man in for it in his golden years. If he gets to have any... The man is 61, with three daughters under 12. No retirement for him.
In an interesting aside, my father, whom I hadn't seen in 10 years, came for a couple of days, and went to the service. He cried more than anyone, and told me that morning that she was his soulmate, and he had fucked the whole thing up and never stopped missing her. Whew. More emotional turmoil. He brought with him my youngest half-sister, who is 12 to my 34. She looks and acts so much like me at that age, I can't wait to see the other two. Boy, is that man in for it in his golden years. If he gets to have any... The man is 61, with three daughters under 12. No retirement for him.
My Aunt is kind of in the same postion...she is getting older but she keeps adopting children...she will never be able to retire