My sisters and I holding onto my Mom – 3/7/08
I’m back in Wildwood. This time I didn’t come down by myself. Mom’s funeral is tomorrow. Right now she’s resting in an urn on the dining room table. On top of a People magazine. Dad says she’s reading.
I’ve been trying to dodge questions about creamation from the kids and hold it together all at the same time. I also edited my Dad’s eulogy and went through boxes of photos.
My Dad has everything together for the funeral… but, he’s using her full name of “Kathleen” for everything. The prayer cards. The eulogy. The memory book. The graphic stickers for everyone’s car. (don’t get me started on those) The plaque he’s having engraved for the urn. Kathleen.
She HATED the name Kathleen. I’m not telling him.
I went through photo CDs tonight to put on a disk that is going to be shown at the service tomorrow. I hadn’t realized – until I found photos from the past few years – just how much my Mom had changed. You can see the progression of the illness and how her appearance changed so drastically.
Maybe if I stay up late enough I can sleep through it? Have I mentioned how much I am NOT looking forward to tomorrow?