Yesterday went as well as it could. I wanted people to nod and say, yes that was my mum and I think I achieved it.
I remember attending the funeral & the committal refreshments afterwards (what we'd call the wake) but I feel numb & still have this horrible sicky feeling in my stomach that I don't seem to be able to get rid of. Everyone said that I did my mother proud & that she would have loved the service. It got me at the opening bars of Ave Maria before the coffin had even been taken off the hearse.
I didn't cry really. Welled up a few times. Dabbed my eyes once it twice but held it together for my dad. Did lots of nodding & smiling at the memories, even though I'd written it. & everyone burst out laughing at the exit music of "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate, saying that it was so my mum & what she would have wanted.
I couldn't have been prouder of my son who got up to say a few words. That was probably the hardest thing he's ever had to do and he did it so well.
My dad has spent today sorting out another of my mum's drawers, so I've had to go over & collect her gloves & scarves. I don't know if it's a coping mechanism for him but it's wholly inappropriate to be doing it when I haven't even picked up her ashes for me.
Dad wanted to know what was left to do. Not much & I'll get round to it next week once the dust has settled a bit as they say.
I guess at some point I'll have to sort through the rest of my mum's things but for now, I'm sat down, doing nothing & being kind to myself.
It's my wedding anniversary on Sunday. I'd better go buy a card I guess. Life goes on.
I remember attending the funeral & the committal refreshments afterwards (what we'd call the wake) but I feel numb & still have this horrible sicky feeling in my stomach that I don't seem to be able to get rid of. Everyone said that I did my mother proud & that she would have loved the service. It got me at the opening bars of Ave Maria before the coffin had even been taken off the hearse.
I didn't cry really. Welled up a few times. Dabbed my eyes once it twice but held it together for my dad. Did lots of nodding & smiling at the memories, even though I'd written it. & everyone burst out laughing at the exit music of "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate, saying that it was so my mum & what she would have wanted.
I couldn't have been prouder of my son who got up to say a few words. That was probably the hardest thing he's ever had to do and he did it so well.
My dad has spent today sorting out another of my mum's drawers, so I've had to go over & collect her gloves & scarves. I don't know if it's a coping mechanism for him but it's wholly inappropriate to be doing it when I haven't even picked up her ashes for me.
Dad wanted to know what was left to do. Not much & I'll get round to it next week once the dust has settled a bit as they say.
I guess at some point I'll have to sort through the rest of my mum's things but for now, I'm sat down, doing nothing & being kind to myself.
It's my wedding anniversary on Sunday. I'd better go buy a card I guess. Life goes on.