A good friend of mine lost her Nana this weekend. She has returned home to celebrate the life of an amazing woman and to support (and be supported by) those who knew her Nana.
A wake makes incredible sense to me — talking, drinking, and experiencing grief as a group while telling stories of times gone by is how I'd like to be remembered. No somber, drawn-faced ceremonies. Just loved ones and talk. And perhaps, just perhaps, music and dancing.
Know that you are loved, A. And very much in my thoughts.