We farewelled mum on Wednesday. What was supposed to be a small family event grew to overflow the room we had booked at the funeral parlour as friends turned up as well as extended family. I gave the eulogy and both my brothers, my cousin and one nephew spoke. Afterwards we enjoyed a light meal.
Later on my cousin and my unofficial “big sister”, the daughter of dads Royal Marine band sergeant (who ended up marrying a schoolmate of mine) came to our house and we went through mums photos. We found my parents wedding album as well as photos taken when we were kids. Mum had written on the back of many of them and I gained a better understanding of where some of my more distant relatives fit into the family. Then we all had a barbecue dinner.
Yesterday both my brother and I were feeling a little down as we went through the last of mums things, deciding what to take to the refuse centre, what to give to charity and what to keep. I asked for, and got, all of mums vinyl records (I already had all of dad’s and mums jazz/swing stuff as I was the only child with a turntable, although my brother now has mums and I have agreed to share all the vinyl with him). I rareley use my turntable but it is getting a great workout today on mums country music box sets. And there is a box of .45’s (rpm’s not ACP’s or Colt’s) to work through.
We decided that we were not having a funeral. We had a “life celebration” instead. My younger brother never knew that dad’s Royal Marine band NCO had taught mum to play saxophone as he played in the same dance band as our grandfather and had introduced our parents.