We laid Grandma Theresa to rest today. The funeral was quite lovely and a fitting tribute to the graceful matriarch of Hubby's side of the family. We let Eldest come with us to the funeral, then after the cemetery part, went back home and picked up Middle and Baby so they could come to the luncheon afterwards to entertain everyone with their antics.
How do you explain death to small children? We told the 3 of them that Grandma Theresa had died and was now up in heaven. Middle wanted to know when she'd be back. Then today, as the pallbearers (Hubby was a pallbearer) were loading the casket into the hearse (Eldest: "Wow Ma! Lookit that cool looking car"), Eldest wanted to know if it was her bones in the casket. When I told him no, it was her body, he then was confused because we had SAID she was in heaven. So then I told him that her body was still here on earth and was going to be buried in the ground at the cemetery, but that her SOUL was up in heaven. So then he asked, "What's a soul?" *sigh*
We were home by 2:30. And to take advantage of being home for the day....guess what fun activity we did as a family????
YARDWORK! And Grandma Theresa was surely smiling down on us as the sun shone, the wind blew and the snot dripped.
So long, Grandma Theresa. So long.
(Who takes family pictures at a funeral? We do.)