The Celebration of Life

Today was the funeral of my dear man. 

  I did not throw up or faint or cry. 

The day was all about how wonderful my love was..

Why did I fret...the service was perfect!

350 or so people came to celebrate his life..with Irish football players in uniform and Irish dancers in uniform.

My daughter played a favorite  piece of her father's on the Irish tin whistle.

The grandchildren behaved..

 The best pix I could get of a favorite bereavement poem by John O'Donohue...
 taken from the church handout.

So many friends and relatives came with love..my quilting friends, my pool friends, my peeps, football friends, dance friends, neighbors, work friends and former clients, teachers..brought food, flowers and hugs. They flew in and drove in and walked in..

I did see in the obituary that they put he was 70...that was awful..until I realized that my healthy athlete
was 70...OMG  how did that happen????

Mr. O'Quilts is in peace now..no more horrid ALS...22 months of slow decline..he is free..TBTG
He is lucky...The weakness in his chest muscles did not support the lungs and off he went..missing some of the more terrible times.

Me...sitting here tonight debriefing with Rin Tin Tin, my security system, my vino tinto and my chocolate!
Now...5 days a widow, I decided to work on something new....

Thank you for coming, for the flowers, for the food, for the hugs...

Thank you all for being our friends!