It was a good day; it was a
challenging day. It was a pleasant time; it was an emotional one too. Like
Dicken's opening to one of his books, it was a mixed collection of emotions and actions.
Starting
early, I had my books already set up at the St. Stephen's Craft and Cookie
Sale so we could begin at 8:30 am. I met people at our new church, had conversations with people from the
community who came for the event, and I sold books which is always rewarding
for the time and energy spent.
What
was more challenging is more difficult to put into words. From the church event,
I travelled to the church where just two weeks, less a few days, we said
our formal goodbye to Mom.
This day, we’d inter her ashes at the Trinity Lutheran cemetery beside Dad. I suppose it's the finality of that ceremony on a cold and windy day when the thermometer hovers around zero but feels much colder. The weather, a taste of the beginning of winter, and a final action that matches the scene. It was chilly out there. Had it been summer, we might have lingered there longer after the ceremony, but on such a day, not as long as one might otherwise stay. We'll need a new plant there come spring.
This day, we’d inter her ashes at the Trinity Lutheran cemetery beside Dad. I suppose it's the finality of that ceremony on a cold and windy day when the thermometer hovers around zero but feels much colder. The weather, a taste of the beginning of winter, and a final action that matches the scene. It was chilly out there. Had it been summer, we might have lingered there longer after the ceremony, but on such a day, not as long as one might otherwise stay. We'll need a new plant there come spring.
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| Picture this scene with snow on the ground |
Our
family went from the chill at the church cemetery to the warmth of my sister and
brother-in-law's home for a meal together. Picture the fireplace already
going, salads being prepared, and a giant lasagna warming in the oven. The children, all cousins,
played and had fun together. A few of us took
turns holding one of the youngest members of the family, just over a month old, as
she lay in our arms sleeping.
We
talked again about the funeral service, people’s positive reception to the
eulogy and the memories evoked as well as amusing stories that involved our mother and some members of her
family, as well as the endearing ones. And because we had several generations present, things we'd miss about our mother/grandmother.
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| Mom enjoying a family wedding |
After
thanking our hosts, we were on our homeward trek, with two stops along the way,
then finally glad to be home. By that time it was getting late. I needed time
to gather thoughts, to put away my books and unwind from a long day. Sleep came
easily, thankfully, unlike an earlier day this week.
It was a good day, a challenging day. A day with
laughter and tears, and a day of remembering — I suspect that will go on for
months.
