Memorial services are tough. I dreaded Saturday. The gravesite was a beautiful simple, heart breaking service. It would have been enough for me.
At one point I rubbed my eye and my contact slipped to the back of my eyeball... very distracting... which was kind of nice...then my tears moved it back in to place.
It's very bizarre to see people who you haven't seen in over 25 years. The older people pretty much look the same. The younger ones... in general, not so much. The eyes... that's where you recognize people.
It's surreal to see the children of my friends standing where I stood. I have the fondest memories of my growing up at the Chapel. Seriously a blessed childhood youth group experience.
My piano teacher came to the memorial, I wish I had practiced more.
We had a great time hanging out with my cousins. My mom has two sisters. The three families had three kids each. We spent time together as kids camping, holidays etc. They were ALL here... all 9 of us- we reminisced like old people and it was SO cool... Saturday night after the service 8/9 of us went out for a glass of wine/conversation. So good... My cousin on my dad's side came too... she was a total wonderful surprise. I am learning how one should behave when family dies... by watching my family care for us.
Michael and my brother Alan and family left for home today. It's very quiet here. I've decided to stay on a few more days to help my mom with errands and stuff and the quiet.
Tonight we went to dinner at the beach with my Aunt/Uncle and cousin Nancy.
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You will cherish that you have a record of all of these thoughts and experiences from this week. When I try to remember, so much of it is a blur ... I just mostly remember the tears. Saying a prayer for you right now. AmyE
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