The funeral was actually a true celebration of Mum's life. There were a few tears but also laughs and smiles. Mum'e eulogy was fairly short and modest and I regret that I didn't speak but three others did, and really every one who attended knew Mum and loved her so they didn't need to be told how great she was.
Jamie, my brother's step-grandson,spoke beautifully and lovingly about Mum and we were all so proud. Her actual grandsons were too emotional to speak. I wasn't gutted to be saying goodbye I suppose because it is a relief for her and I have said all I need to over the last few weeks. It was so lovely to have my friends and family from interstate there too. The gravesite ceremony was quick but also rather beautiful and then the wake back at the hall was a flurry of greeting people and happy anecdotes followed by farewells as people headed back interstate or home. I was so glad to see my sons and daughter-in-law. It brought home to me how much I have missed them and also how they are the future and I am the matriarch now. We went home with a crate of leftover sandwiches which we devoured because we were too busy to eat and then collapsed. I was so tired I had a nap.
The following day we went down to my nephew Scott's place at the Gold Coast for a BBQ and catch-up. It was a nice respite from the cleaning up. Sunday I went with Peter to church. I always went with Mum and just felt I wanted to go again while I was here. Peter never goes but when I asked him he agreed to come with me and he seemed to enjoy it. I think he will go occasionally now because the minister is a great character and very practical as well as godly.
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