I started my day wondering just how I was going to compose myself if front of everyone. I seriously thought I would be a blubbering mess when I saw my mother lying there in the casket. How was I going to talk to everyone? I thought I would be a wreck.
But as the day went on, and I saw how many people turned out, and how much they all cared for my mother, my sister, and myself, it gave me strength. It was amazing, but by the end of the night, I found myself considering this a good day. I was able to laugh, joke around, and everything was not as gloom-and-doom as I expected it to be.
Plus, I learned how to play craps between viewings at my cousin’s house. But that is another story…. ^_^
Anyway, tomorrow is going to be the real ordeal. Once we’ve left the cemetery, I know I’ll never truly get to see my mother again. I’ll only be able to talk to a plot of land and a headstone.
Ashes to ashes….
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