The funeral was hard. Very hard and at the same time very wonderful. I think, I hope, we honored her memory in the way she would have wished.
I cannot begin to express my gratitude for my friends and family that made the effort to be there for the day. To stand beside us at the graveside. To listen to her eulogies. To hold my hand. To pass me kleenex. To make sure I napped and ate and laughed.
She is free of pain and age and grief and we will carry on in her honor because she wouldn't expect anything less from us.
I am who I am in so many ways because of the woman she was.