It's sad when you get the news that a cherished family member has passed away. Expecting to get the funeral arrangements, there were none. Instead there won't be a funeral, no mass. What??? I'm appalled. It's so hard not being able to see her one last time, to say goodbye. It pains me that she won't be celebrated in a mass in her honor. It's her right. It's what is right. Even if there were no last wishes, it should be a given. It is what families do....it is what our family does.
Aunt Val was very Catholic her entire life until her later years when she wasn't able to care for herself. Recently she resided in a nursing home and then Hospice. I didn't think she had so little time. I spent a lot of time with her growing up. She was so fun to be with. She loved her family, home, garden. I remember her favorite houseplant - the Shamrock (Oxalis). Hers would thrive on her windowsills. She gave me one but unfortunately, I wasn't as good with my plant. But, on my desk at work, I have two. And I will always remember how fond Aunt Val was of them.
When going through family photos, there are many pics of Aunt Val who was always fashionable. Those 1930 and 1940 pics are a treasure. My mom, her sisters and brothers were always in style. My mother, Mary, was the oldest; followed by Joe, Jane, Adeline, Valeria and Albin. After the death of their young father as a result of a coal mining accident in Pennsylvania, Busia remarried and added five more children to the family (Bridget, Bruni, Mike, Ted and Esther).
Memories. They live forever. Even though we die, we remain alive in the hearts and memories of those that loved us.
I wish her life would have been celebrated as she departed this world and joined her family who has awaited her.