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  • My grandmother's funeral was today. She died peacefully, in her own home, at the age of 93.

    Although the event is poignant, there is some much beauty and joy incorporated as well. It begins with the trip to the funeral home. You get in the car and drive to wherever the service may be; mine was 4 hours away in Connecticut. This time permits many meaningful conversations. It is a time to talk about the the effect on your life that this person has had. Good or bad, they have taught you nonetheless.

    In celebrating the life of someone deceased, you must admire the life that surrounds you at the services. The attendants are of all different ages and walks of life. The dichotomy of the ages is tremendous! I directed my attention from her friends to her great grandkids (one of whom is 90 years younger than her). In this room, people are united and she was basking in the ambiance. People are happy to be alive and well.

    Then we went to the mass, which is certainly solemn, but in this time you value who you are, where you are (in life), and those that surround you. And yes you must say your goodbyes to a friend, a grandmother, and an educator, but there is so much that you say hello to. In doing so, you are executing exactly what they would have wanted you to. Your life goes on with the thoughts of them instilled.

    From the church we went back to her house, where we all gathered for a meal. This time is extraordinary in its atmosphere. The people range from siblings to complete strangers and that's magnificent! This make for such eclectic conversation. As different as you may be, you are in the same place, at the same time, for the same reason.

    Rest in Peace, Nonni.

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