The viewing is over. It was okay. Better than okay, in fact. My mother looked good -- not real, like she looked, but how she'd have looked if she was trying to impersonate the Queen of England. But as I told people, that picture of her -- that was her, and seeing it made me happy. My family and friends had a good time, there was a lot of laughter, and every so often I'd go over just to talk to the woman who looked like my mother -- knowing that the person who was my mother, in the picture, could hear it.
I'm glad. And now we have people at the house, which is goodness, too.
Sounds like you are getting through this process well.
ReplyDeleteSurprisingly well. I think that the fact that my mother didn't look like 'my mother', whereas the picture on the board did, helped. Sort of a Dorian Gray approach.
ReplyDeleteLet's see how we do when my wife reads her piece about my mother, at the mass, today.
I offer my condolences to you; I didn't know your mother but I hear your love for her in your words.
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you, farmer! That's very, very kind of you.
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