I once attended a funeral, for a young person, which ran pretty much as you might imagine, mass, hymns, eulogies. It is, after all, the familiarity with the ritual that offers comfort for many.
An especially tragic and sudden loss, the eulogies were extremely touching. When the eulogies ended you could sense that the people in that church had been moved and, at the same time, transformed into one group sharing a common heartache.
At this point, and without word of explanation, they had a violinist step forward, be seated, and begin to play. I can’t really express the effect it had on that church full of mourners.
She played a beautiful piece, though I’ve no idea what it was. But it was no dirge, as it climbed and trilled it seemed to carry the unspoken voice of every broken heart. Perhaps it was the acoustics of the building, I don’t know. But the song of that lone violin seemed to fill every inch of space in the church, the effect was almost hypnotic. Brilliant afternoon light streamed through the stained glass windows and for 3, or maybe 5 minutes, we sat, tranfixed and enchanted. I’m certain the selection of the piece of music was key to it being such a remarkable experience, and by the end, the music had lifted us. All of us, together, it was so beautiful, though it was over 35yrs ago now, I have never forgotten it.
It is still difficult for me to put into words what the experience was really like.
Good luck to you, I’ll remember your family in my prayers.