DEDICATION

Today we buried my husband’s mother at 98. She lived a long, and by most standards, uneventful life, but it was filled with love of her family. She had obvioiusly touched many lives - we were surprised today by the number of people who attended the visitation and the length of the funeral procession.
Her nephew, a priest, said the Mass. Some of her grandchildren read the scriptures. Some of her grandchildren were pallbearers, my son included. My daughter styled her hair and painted her nails for the last time so she would look beautiful in the casket. The service was held at the church she attended for most of her life. I think she would have been proud and happy with the service.
Farewell Henrietta, you will be remembered with love.