I forgot it was a holiday weekend until it was actually the fourth of July. I spent the earlier part of the weekend going to a funeral, which wasn't too bad because the guy who passed (a great uncle of mine) was 96, which is looked on as an accomplishment. I seen alot of family that I haven't seen in nearly 10 years, as I've mentioned in my ealier post why. There were some aunts I missed seeing and seeing them again brought back some really fond memories of family events, back when I was around 8 years old.
During the funeral mass, I had to step outside because my aunt and mother were whispering to each other and it started to look like they were aggrivatign each other. Contrary to almost all the other funerals I've been to, this was actually pretty peaceful: no wailing, or uncontrollable crying, noone screaming, or any of that kind of scenery. I guess it had alot to do with the fact that the man who passed was so old and his health started slipping --according to my father it was expected for a while.
The reception afterwards was really pleasant. You'd forget that it was a funeral reception --everyone was all smiles and there were people joking around; it felt like a family bbq years ago. Whenever my great uncle's daughter walked around though, people would quiet down some, and try to rememebr what the event was about. She seemed pretty peaceful though, and it looked like she had a nice time with everyone.
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