Pat Barber,Lou Gloin ,Rita Martin,Dick Illingworth and others were people who raised children in Aurora and gave them values and happy memories. Like Norm's their happy memories made the occasion a real celebration.
An Irish Wake is a bit similar. Comical events are remembered and we laugh and cry and laugh some more and all the while we drown our sorrow.
My mother's was the last funeral I attended in Scotland. Catholic ritual calls for remains to rest
before the altar overnight. A short service happens with the congregation in attendance.
I had not been in the church for many years. The priest offered confession to anyone who wished to take communion at mass next morning.
For my mother I felt compelled but confession was more awkward than I remembered.
I didn't ask for a blessing for having sinned. I simply said I couldn't remember how long since my last confession and I had probably committed every sin in the book except the biggies ; murder, adultery,stealing and destroying my neighbour's character.
We got stuck in traffic the next morning and arrived at the church a few minutes late. Mass was
already started. After a few generic references common to any person born in 1902 who died in 1992,
The Mass took up not a second more than needed.
No time to linger at the church to exchange greetings with old acquaintances before speeding off to the cemetery.
It was Saturday. I suspect the priest had a foursome waiting at the golf course.
Later, Cousins gathered at my Cousin Eileen's house and the rest of the unreal day passed In fond reminiscence.
It was what it was.
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I think that might be where we get " I laughed until I cried ".
It does help.
I do love your stories, Evelyn. In the Irish branch of my family, never a drop was taken [ not in public. In private it was a different tale ] . And funerals were grim affairs. In my memory, it was always raining. Yours are so much better.
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