As many of you know, this is the one-year anniversary
of Mom's passing and funeral.
She died on February 7, 2013, and her funeral was on the 15th.
(I did not blog at that time...
I could not find the words to express what I was thinking and feeling)
And the reason for the time-span between her death and funeral?
A good old fashioned blizzard in the Dakotas.
We needed to move mom's belongings from her home at the assisted living facility in Devils Lake to our storage space in South Dakota. Plus, we knew we would be less stressed if we went home...regrouped...and then came back to celebrate mom's life and to be able to visit with family and friends.
Of course, her funeral was here in the chapel of the Heartland Care Center,
with the stained glass windows and alter furniture of Zion Lutheran Church, our home church.
You might remember that my mom wrote her own obituary and pretty much planned her own funeral.
So, it was natural for me to ask her about where she would like us to have her funeral.
After the closing worship services at Zion, she said,
"Well, there won't be very many people there,
so the chapel at the funeral home will be just fine."
This chapel was perfect,
the service was lovely.
She wanted her nephews to be the pallbearers,
and my hubby, Scott, to sing her favorite hymns.
Many of my mom's friends were there.
Several of my high school classmates were there.
And, some of our cousins were there.
We had ordered a catered lunch from one of the local cafes.
And, one of my good friends offered to bake the sweets.
It was a good day.
My mom had lived a good life.
She was ready.
It was time for her to go.
It was time for us to say good-bye.