My grandma's service was about a week after her death. It was bittersweet. Though I thought my cousin Holly did a wonderful playing the piano. She made a medley of lots of different songs. It was beautiful, i had been avoiding certain songs after my grandma passed away, and actually Holly played most of them. She played Let it Be by the Beatles which are one of my favorite bands. This is the point where I started crying, I guess I wasn't expecting the song. She also played Hallelujah which is one song that just kept creeping into my thoughts in the week between. My other cousin Cristy wrote the eulogy. I think she did a wonderful job as well. It would have been hard to write something meaningful but not too long then read it in a room of people who are sad without getting emotional. My grandpa definitely asked the right person to do the job, Cristy is very good at being objective.
There were some things about the memorial that bothered me, but it could be because I was overly sensitive given the circumstances.
At the end of the day of the memorial, as we were taking off our nice clothes and climbing into bed, Danny told me he wished he would have made his move on me sooner, so he could have been in the family sooner. "Your grandma sounds like an incredible person, like someone i've never known anyone to be like, she is someone I would have very much liked to meet." Bittersweet.
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