Tuesday, November 7
The church was packed out, all the seats were filled and the aisles were crammed with people . There were tears, laughter and applause. Music played as everybody filed out. Afterwards, my head span as I talked to so many people. Famous directors, old babysitters, playschool friend, college friends, cameramen, and people I had never met before. It grew colder, so we moved on to the function room that we had hired. It was not a wake, it was a celebration of life party, where everyone talked about mum and how lovely she was. We had blown up lots of photos and stuck them to the walls, there were flowers and wine, and crowds of people. There were people that I wanted to talk to, but never even saw in the crush of people that had come to remember my mother.
Afterwards, we went home, me, Carlo and Skye, my 3 brothers and partners, Dad, his best friend and one of my best friends. There was a rose bush waiting outside the house with a card attatched, instructing me to plant this rose called ‘lovely lady’ because that’s what my mum was.
At the table that seats five we squashed in 9 of us and ate roast chicken and potatoes with salad. We moved into the living room, fragrant with more flowers that its ever seen.
We took turns playing the piano, eighties pop songs, classical pieces and Disney tunes. We played badly, made mistakes and ceased up halfway through songs, but it made us smile and distracted us.
It was a sad, surreal, beautiful, appropriate, fitting send off for someone that we just can’t quite believe is really gone, someone that will never be forgotten by hundreds of people.
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