The first few days after my Mom passed were tough, but the funeral (which I must admit I was terrified of) was just an incredible (overused word coming) celebration of who she was. We laughed and cried and tried to keep laughing in her honor. Best moment was when my Dad said goodbye to her -- it's this private moment with me and him and her brother and my Dad's brother and the coffin.
My father pours his heart out in a way he never does and then leans down and kisses the coffin, which is when my uncle reminds him that her head is: up here (as he points to the other end of the coffin). So my father blurts, "Y'mean I just kissed her ass?" And we all shoot back: It's about time.
So pathetic. But such a needed laugh. My Mom would've loved us piling on him.
But I must also say that seeing all the responses you left to the announcement in the last blog...What a moment you gave me. I treasure that one. The best moments come when you realize you're not as alone as you thought.