i decided years ago that funerals suck. they are one of the worst parts of life - and death. i decided that a funeral is the negatively-valenced equivalent of a wedding. all of your family and friends gathered for you, a ceremony and reception, so many details to plan, organize, and pay for... only without the happy celebration of a wedding, or the months and months to plan.
i knew that the memorial day was going to be one of the worst days and experiences in my life, not to mention my best friend's. i woke up, took a deep breath, and gathered myself for the difficult day ahead. i am so thankful for my other friends who rallied to help take care of the reception and other details that needed nailing down. THANK YOU!
my friend did such an amazing and incredible job leading a heartfelt (and at times heartbreaking) memorial to honor her mother. it was perfect. or as close to perfect as the situation allows.
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