My mom has been the executrix of her oldest sister’s finances, since she had to be homed. (Not Alzheimer’s. Senile dementia. They’re different, according to my mom who could probably give a seminar.) It’ been about four/five years.
My aunt died early on 2-14. And my mom is trying to put together some sort of memorial service for this weekend. (Going back to Kentucky.)
She has a meeting room. (Pictures. Candles. Maybe the ashes.) She has some ideas about what she’ll talk about. *No one is my family is religious. Spiritual, sure.
We were talking about it this weekend, and I mentioned one of my favorite things from Pterry’s Death speaking.
Other person: Isn’t my life supposed to flash before my eyes?
DEATH: IT DID. IT WAS CALLED YOUR LIFE.
And my mom cracked up.
“I want something to say like that!”
And I don’t mean funny. But profound?
*And she does plan to say The Lord’s Prayer. It’s comforting.
(Oh, and please don’t bother offering me condolences. What I knew of my aunt I didn’t care for.)