I think it is usually important for friends and family to have some kind of event – ritual, memorial, life-celebration, all of those – when someone they love has died, regardless of the body's final destination. It is the last goodbye and it is desperately sad. I have written and spoken – without crying, though very close to it – the eulogy for a number of family funerals and I think that is among the hardest things that I have ever done in my life. Others present have said afterwards that they appreciated and were comforted by what I had said because it gave a true and loving picture of our family member; that's certainly what I tried to do.
Being of Irish extraction, I have always attended and, later, held family wakes. These are the times when the tears cease, often temporarily, because everyone has a story to tell – sometimes funny, sometimes impressive, sometimes sad, sometimes familiar and sometimes surprisingly new. It is the time when celebrating the life of the departed and rejoicing in our own lives, celebrating the love of the departed and rejoicing in our love comes together and that begins to heal our grief.
I feel sure that absentdaughter will respect my wish for no religious ceremony but, when the time comes, will conduct her own farewell to comfort my/her family and have one hell of a wake.