It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the air was warm (well, warm considering it was 0* earlier in the week). Friends and family gathered to lay my Mom in her final resting place.
It was a lovely little impromptu service, with about a dozen people in attendance. We moved Mom from the temporary spot at the mausoleum to her grave site, six days later than planned. My cousin, Julie, a lay minister at her church, offered to do a prayer at the grave, and she did a beautiful job. Lovely personal stories about what my Mom meant to her, coupled with the right amount of scripture and prayer.
I had gathered a bouquet of daisies and carnations from arrangements that arrived during the week and placed that on her casket. Everyone in attendance paid their final respects, and that was it. There were more tears, more words of disbelief.
I had coffee afterwards with my dad, my husband, and two of my aunts. We looked at old pictures and reminisced. As we are all accustomed to having coffee with Mom on a regular basis, it was weird at first. Sad. And there were tears. But we figured it out. We enjoyed the conversation, and even the coffee was good. Just like Mom’s. I am sure she was right there with us.
Come Have Coffee with Us (1970) – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067932/