I am home from the service for my mother. It was a lovely gathering. I was surprised how many people showed up. My mother touched a lot of people in her 72 years.
I sat next to my dad in his wheelchair and a procession of people stopped by, one by one, to give their condolences. I didn't know a lot of the people. Many were old friends of my parents from when I was young or before I was born.
I gave my dad moral support as everyone passed by. He was tiring very quickly from conversation after conversation. But he talked to everyone and did great.
My favorite guests that arrived to the gathering were actually two former coworkers of my mother. She was their boss at the USDA. Two black women, dressed very sharply, came up to me and my dad and introduced themselves. They explained that my mom was their favorite boss of all time. Which makes sense because my mom was a mom to everyone. She treated all of her coworkers like family and took good care of them. It made me so happy to see that she made such an impression that two of her colleagues from 15+ years ago took time out of their Sunday to pay their respects.
One of them leaned in and whispered to me, "Your mom was the cleanest white lady I ever knew." She was referring to my mother's attire and accessories. My mom was kind of famous at her workplace for all of her HSN jewelry and outfits and purses. She would have a different purse for every week. Different jewelry for every day. Giant bracelets, huge bejeweled rings, and colorful earrings to match. She just loved to dress to the nines when going to work and she would often jingle as she walked due to all the bling she wore. She took a lot of pride in her appearance.
So, as far as compliments go, I think my mom would have smiled ear to ear hearing that.
My Uncle Carl gave a brief eulogy for my mom. It was actually really sweet. I don't know if anyone is interested, but I recorded it.
Another highlight of the gathering was an appearance from my childhood best friend, Dr. Kevin. I had no idea he was coming and he surprised me. By the time he arrived I was really struggling. I had no one to talk to that I personally knew. It was one of those times where I felt alone in a room full of people.
He used to come over every day after school and we would play sports in the backyard or video games in my basement. My mom treated him like a second son so he remembered her quite fondly. It was great to catch up with him. We hadn't seen each other in many years.
All in all, things went okay. I think my mom would have been happy so many people turned up who cared for her.
My condolences. Your mom seemed like an awesome person.

























