5 years ago yesterday we had my mom's funeral.My sister and I went to the funeral home that morning to see mom one last time before she was taken to the church.They had moved her body to a smaller room.We looked at her and my sister states,"Gaye the booger is back."I told her there was no way mom could produce boogers because she was dead.I took a closer look and she was right. it was back!I decided to take matters into my own hands and retrieve the booger myself.Well whatever I did,I totally messed up mom's make-up...so I went to look for the funeral director.he smiled and said we needed to leave my mom alone...earlier that morning we had tried to "fix" something on her dress...only to have retrieved the funeral director then as well.
Mom's funeral and the receiving of friends before it was quite nice and very comforting....the mix of people from our life who appeared out of nowhere to pay their respects was truly amazing.
Later that day after mom had been buried,my sister and I changed into comfy clothes,grabbed a few patio chairs and a bottle of wine..along with a few plastic cups...and went back to mom and dad's graves.Mark,the funeral director was sitting on the tombstone in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt....He knew we would show up...we brought one extra cup.So we hung out with Mark and my parents till the sun went down....Mark had driven my mother's hearse.He told us he chose Stairway to Heaven to listen to as he drove her from the church to the cemetery.
Interestingly enough,the day we buried my mother was also the same day now 35 years ago,that my father died.So my grandfather died on March3,my mom on March 8 and my dad on the 13Th of March.March is a very bitter sweet time....and when Easter is in March too,I become so aware of what it means to really be alive.
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