Yesterday was another very long emotional day. The morning passed by very slowly, I woke up around 5:30 to the sounds of a baby crying. It was my nephew Michael in the next room. He was the first of many people to be crying yesterday, yet his was for a much different reason than the rest of us. He was just hungry.
After having breakfast, I came back to my room for a chance to catch up on emails and take a short nap. Then it was time to prepare for the funeral. We got everything together and met some of the family at Uncle Hank's place. My cousin Kim was there, with her mom Mavis (Hank's favorite first ex-wife) and Kim's three daughters (Erica, Jordin and Tawni). Also there were Hank's cousin Lola (Aunt May's daughter) and cousin Bob(Uncle Bob's eldest son) who was going to lead the service. We then proceeded to the funeral home.
Once inside Kim was overcome with grief. At first she didn't even want to go into the room where Grandma's ashes were. I talked to her, comforted her, hugged her. Considering I hardly knew her and hadn't seen her in 27 years I seemed to do okay. Shortly thereafter she joined the rest of us in the room. We looked over snapshots of grandma's life. Smelled the beautiful flowers that people had sent and just tried to figure out everything that was going on. Soon, other family and friends started coming in. Quite a few of Hank's cousins attended and even some of their grown children. It was nice meeting or in some cases remeeting some of them and sharing with them how our lives had progressed. Others to come included some folks from town, who either knew Hank or Grandma and several nurses and home health aides who had helped Grandma through those rough last few years.
After a while, Beth started playing violin and before we knew it the service was beginning. Bob planned a lovely service that talked about what a wonderful life Grandma had and how she had shared it with all those that came into her life. We sang several of her favorite hymns including 'In The Garden', which was particularly appropriate since she loved her garden so much. A few cousins got up and talked about 'Aunt Liz' and how much positive impact she had on their lives. One of them read an eulogy written by Fred (my natural father), that told stories of growing up and how much love she had for her family. Finally Beth and the organist played Happy Trails (although maybe not as jauntily as Grandma would have wanted it) and the service was over. We all shed a tear or two and a laugh or two during the service, but now it was time to move on to the next thing.
Grandma wanted everyone who attended to have a dinner at her favorite local Italian restaurant, Verucchi's in Spring Valley. I think there were about 25 of us there, for an afternoon buffet. The food wasn't the best, but we were all starving so we ate like pigs! I had a glass of wine with dinner which I enjoyed thoroughly. When we were done we said our goodbyes to most of the relatives and headed back to our hotel, to get a little rest.
When I got to my room I laid down on the bed and before I knew it, it was nearly 6pm. That was the time that Beth and I had agreed to meet Hank and his family again to go through Grandma's and start cleaning it out. I stumbled out the door and met Beth and Michael downstairs for the quick ride to Granville.
We went through lots of pictures and other mementos, cleaned the food out of the kitchen and barely made a dent in things. We each took a few things that had some meaning for us and barely got out of there before 8:30pm.
While we were there, Beth and I found out more about why there was such animosity between Hank and Kim. I won't get into it here, but suffice it to say the tears shed today weren't just for grandma.
Beth and I stopped on the way back to the hotel for a quick bite to eat (McDonalds AGAIN) and settled in for the night. We both knew that as long as this day was, the next would be even longer...
Until then,