When our precious Mum died in the Nursing home, we had her brought to my sister's home, because there was a spacious downstairs bedroom with patio doors to the garden, an ideal space for her open coffin to be placed for those who wished to see her one last time. Our family undertaker had worked his magic, her hair (always her crowning glory) was lovely and she looked very peaceful.
The Rosary and wake took place in the public rooms, so those who did not wish to see her body were welcome to participate in the prayers, followed by refreshments and sharing of many memories. The house was full of family, friends, neighbours, parishioners and work colleagues.
At the end of the evening, my sister's thoughtful husband took himself off to sleep upstairs so that my two sisters and I could spend our last night together with our dear Mum. Our last girlie sleepover. It felt right, very comforting, we said Night night, God bless to her and managed to sleep through till morning. 💕🙏
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