One of my favorite Aunts passed away this week and we had the burial and funeral service today. I enjoyed connecting once again with family and am sad that we only seem to get together when someone passes.
My Aunt Helen was a fastidious individual. Everything had a place and had to be in it's place. She had no clutter (except perhaps the chicken coop on the farm which has at least 70 years of "stuff" in it), at any rate, she was prim and proper. We did the service at the cemetery first today, and at the end of the service the funeral director said, "Excuse me folks, but I need to sleep at nights, and I just noticed that we have Helen backwards with her head toward the feet of George (her husband who passed 18 years ago), can I please get some help to turn her around?"
It was fitting - fastidious to the end. She always payed attention to the details. The world will not be the same without her.