Saturday and Sunday held the viewings. It was hard, and I wish I had more to say about my feelings. It was just hard. I was so glad that she was at peace, but the pain her death brought her family was rough mostly because there was nothing at all I could do about it.
I ended up staying in the hall with Luke for most of it because for some reason, two year old little boys don't like to sit still and be quiet. Cole and Lucy would join me in the hall from time to time, and we would chat, laugh, and hug. I was glad to see them shift off some of the weight of the circumstance, and I hope they didn't ever take that diversion as me not taking the situation seriously. Goodness, I love those kids.
Monday was the funeral. All of the nieces and nephews sang 'I Am a Child of God' and I led them. Ross was one of the pall bearers. Her family gave some amazing speeches about her life, who she is, and why we are all so blessed to have had her in our lives. She is so amazing. I miss her.
After the funeral, we headed to the cemetery. The ground was covered in snow, but the sun was shining. So fitting. The site dedication was lovely and brought the Spirit in so strong. Judy brought balloons with Pink ribbons on them for us to let go and watch fly off into the sky. It was beautiful.
We then headed back to the church for the luncheon, which was amazing. It always feels strange to laugh or smile after something like this, but there is something about a good meal that can make this possible, and I am glad. It was what we needed, and furthermore, it is what Jeni would have wanted.