My Mam’s funeral was on August 22nd - three weeks to the day after she died.
It was a nice service, and – though there were some people who I wish had been able to come who weren’t able to – I’m pleased with who showed up, and some of those who couldn't make it sent flowers, which was nice.
The polebearers were my brothers, Wayne and Carl, my honorary cousin, Natalie, and a family friend who Mam was close to named Lee. And I followed behind them with Mam’s Goddaughter, Shireen.
We had three songs played for Mam:
Elvis Presley – You Are Always On My Mind (because she loved Elvis Presley, and liked that song)
A version of Amazing Grace she’d particularly requested when she learned she was so sick
Dolly Parton – Shine Like The Sun (because she was particularly identifying with that song towards the end)
I’d planned on speaking, but in the end couldn’t do it, so had them share the following quote on my behalf:
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
~Lemony Snicket
Wayne couldn’t bring himself to speak either. Carl did speak though, and used these two quotes in what he said:
Picture a wave in the ocean. You can see it, measure it — its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. It’s there and you can see it and you know what it is. It’s a wave. And then it crashes on the shore, and it’s gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. That’s one conception of death for a Buddhist. The wave returns to the ocean — where it came from, and where it’s supposed to be.
~The Good Place
"If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait."
~Outlander
Rest in peace, and goodbye, Mam.