Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday I went to Andrea's memorial. Just like Andrea, she planned the entire thing. It was beautiful.
Her husband Kelly spoke, her minister spoke, her children spoke, her eldest Alec played guitar and say "My Life" by the Beatles which absolutely killed me. One of her friends read a letter that Andrea had written for the occassion.
I hope, many many many years from now, when my time comes, I have enough time to be as prepared as Andrea was. I hope that I can face my death as bravely as she did.
Her death has brought me some peace with my father's death. I think she said it best when she said that the person who dies has it easy - it's the ones left behind that really have it hard. She's right.
The memorial brought up a lot of emotions about my father's death and my subsequent reunion with my brother (there are reunion stuff happening on Andrea'sside as well so I was really personalizing a lot of things). While I feel a bit ripped open, it's not necessarily in a bad way.