A Good Day

The memorial was on Saturday. It was a busy emotionally charged build to a emotional, but perfect day.

The memorial was in honor of both father and son, both of them, life changing passings. The losses of these two have been felt deeply. Many relatives and friends came from as far away as Florida to pay their respects and hopefully feel closure. However that works, I hope everyone found some peace. It was many little reunions, family, friends, neighbors past and present.

I think memorials are good. They aren’t easy. They are definitely harder for some than others, but I can say from my inside/outside observer-perspective, that this was an extremely valuable experience.

Shared memory is maybe what ankers us here. All those past times of fun and joy, could be forgotten if not for another who was there. It nice when everyone can add what they remember.

There was something sweet about seeing everyone doing this over different times and different memories, sitting at different tables or standing here or there.

G’s mom said as we drove up, “I don’t want this to be sad. I want it to be fun”

And it kind of was

And heart warming.