Aunt Marge’s Funeral

Need to take some time and unwhined before bed. Even if I was up at 5am…

Long drive down but we made it there just on time for the funeral after hitting construction about the Berwick area. Funeral was good as far as funerals go (what the hell are you supposed to say about funerals?). Thought more for my own memory more then anything since I forget so easy that I’d write a little about it. Got to the funeral home about 9:40am. We all gathered infront of the Anglican church in Weymouth waiting for the rest of the family/friends and the hearse with Aunt Marge. (Feel free to skip to the next paragraph as the rest of this is names lol) Patsy, Florie, Joey and Rena (her kids) were all there. And all the grand children, great grand children and one great great grand child were there. Then Aunt Maise (her sister) and Uncle Jack (brother) where there. They both were my Nanny’s sisters along with another girl and 2 boys (Dot, Ivan, and Roger). There was Patsy’s two girls who I met Tuesday and some other family I will never remember names of. And a girl that is supposed to be uncle Ivan’s grand daughter from a son he never knew he had (it was explained to me but I can’t remember…). Then there was the my Mom, Dad, Denton and I. Aunt Ferne and her boyfriend Condon (sp?) and Aunt Heather (my mom’s brother Mark’s wife). Uncle Mark had to go to boston for work and couldn’t get out of it. Aunt Marlene had a wedding (which I thought was a poor excuse…) to go to… anyways like you guys care about names. This is mostly for my sake..

The funeral itself was held in the anglican church so she could be buried there with her parents. My Grammy and Grampy (Grammy died when I was 5, Grampy sometime before I came along). They started with a song I have forgotten. Then Nicole (one of Patsy’s daughters) read from the bible or something similar (as you can tell I’m not religious enough to recognize much of what was read). The Rena (who is actually not really her daughter but a girl that Aunt Marge took in and brought up after her parents – well I have no idea what happened to them – and so she brought her up as her own) read something she wrote. You’d have to know the woman (or in my case mostly just grown up with the tales and meeting her a few times) to understand how surprised the family (not close but like grand kids, nefews, nieces, grand nefews and nieces etc..) were by what she said. It was the most touching thing I’ve heard anyone say. Unfortunetly most of it escapes me now but i was impressed. So was everyone. Then they sang Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain then after that was kinda a blur except for Psalms 23

Psalms 23

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever

and when a guy sung Amazing Grace.

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now, I see

T’was Grace that taught
my heart to fear
And Grace, my fears relieved
How precious did that Grace appear
the hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares
we have already come
T’was Grace that brought us safe thus far
and Grace will lead us home

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be
as long as life endures

When we’ve been here ten thousand years
bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
then when we’ve first begun

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now, I see

That was all it took and I cried. And I feel so horrible about this part but Aunt Marge wasn’t really what I was thinking about at that time. I loved her. Don’t get me wrong. I loved her a lot but I didn’t know her like the rest of the family did. I missed out on much of that. But it made me cry cause of my Nanny (sometimes called Nan) she used to sing that to me any time that I was at her place and feeling homesick. God I missed the hell out of her. Is it right to grieve for someone else at someones funeral? I have no idea. I think Aunt Marge would understand though. I was thinking of her too.

After the service we went to the committal service and that’s mostly a blur too. After was the reception at another church’s hall. We all chatted and I remember talking to Patsy, Florie, Joey, and Uncle Jack. And some hugs from Patsy and Aunt Maise who then decided to tell a story about when I was a baby and she and my Nan came to visit with her daughter Marsha and how Marsha had put a bright red jumper mom had made me in the wash with my cloth diapers (mom never used disposables with me just cloth) and they came out pink and how dad was so upset and refused to put pink diapers on me (why?? I am a girl aren’t I? Or I was the last time I checked anyways!) and mom and everyone else thought that they were so cute. Anyways everyone cooed over that for a bit and it was time head home.

What time’d we leave? I have no idea. All I know is we went down the neck (Digby Neck) and I took some pictures of the old house. Then we took a completely scenic way back and I took lots of pictures on the way back along the Bay of Fundy (wanna see? click here to open in new window.) They are all 800×600 to reduce size some and that wasn’t all just some…unfortunetly I forgot to take the stupid date setting off till about 3/4 way into the picture taking… and btw we did not leave the garbage at the lighthouse it was all picked up and taken with us! If you notice I’m not in any of the pictures it’s because I’m behind the camera. I decided to fool around a little with different settings and stuff and overall I have to say I am only semi-impressed with the camera. The rest is just the fact i’m not that good lol… Anyways, we got home about 10pm. So was a very long day in all. But it was a fairly decent trip and not all sad. I don’t think Aunt marge would have wanted it that way. She’d have wanted us to make a day out of it and if not enjoy ourselves then to at least not relax and hurry.

Alternate like link (god I’m tired…) for pictures is here

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