Yesterday was my Aunt Maries funeral. It was an overcast day, the rain held off until late afternoon.
My Aunt liked flowers, any kind of flowers. Yellow roses were her favorite and her two remaining siblings gave her a perfect one in a bud vase.
On Sunday afternoon before the visitation at the funeral home, I began to gather flowers for a bouquet. I wandered here and there throughout the yard and the wild gardens, although it is getting late, there were still flowers that looked pretty good. The vase and the ribbon were both garage sale finds.
I called a few of my cousins..I asked them to bring some flowers to add to the bouquet…some had cosmos, some had phlox, some had dahlias and some had zinnias..we had so many flowers that I had to borrow another vase from the funeral home. They were perfect, a wonderful blend of shapes and colors, my Aunt would have loved them.
The service on Monday was lovely, not too long and not to short, my cousin spoke eloquently of his mother and her life and about how the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. The Pastor had a tough act to follow. Of course we sang “Amazing Grace.”
After the service we had a proper funeral lunch, a sandwich, pickles, sliced tomatoes, a variety of cold salads, and of course any kind of homemade “bar” you could want…you have to feed your grief before going to the cemetery.
The drive to the cemetery takes about 25 minutes..if you drive slow it takes a half an hour. The cemetery is high on a hill in the middle of nowhere ..a tiny little cemetery where most of that side of my family is buried. Trees surround the cemetery, so it is not visible from the road..and the road in goes up, up, and up some more…I have been at this cemetery when the weather was bad and the road was impassable and both the mourners and the casket bearers had to walk up the steep hill. Once you get into the cemetery there are two areas..the flats or another hill which overlooks the flats. My Aunt was planted high on the hill next to her husband and parents.