December 11th, 2010 
judowolf 
My mother’s third husband died, and I flew in to support her at the wake and funeral. On the day of the wake, I escorted her into the funeral home, and moving into the room where the deceased was, we proceeded through the reception line. We hugged the family members, went up to the casket, knelt down, and said a prayer.
Glancing at the flowers around the room, and the cards accompanying each bouquet, I noticed their beauty, how they brightened up the room, and took away some of the sadness.
The flowers give the family comfort, knowing many remembered their loved one.
After the burial, flowers remain at the gravesite as their function is complete–they belong to the deceased, and to die with them is fitting.
Sitting in the limo, after the graveside service, I watch as a few family members picked up a flower arrangement and walked to their cars for within the flower folds, their loved ones memory remained.
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