Yesterday we interred my brother Johnny’s ashes in a nearby cemetery. He passed from Covid-19 very early in the Pandemic. My mother kept an urn of his ashes and also my father’s ashes in her bedroom and would not part with them.

Since my mother recently passed, I was able to inter both my mother’s, father’s and Johnny’s ashes. We had approximately 20 family members and very close friends there. The minister gave a beautiful service and my son Sean played the guitar and sang beautiful and meaningful songs and so did my husband. They read the poems I chose: “Crossing The Bar” by Alfred Lord Tennyson and “Death Is Nothing At All” by Henry Scott Holland. We shared many memories of my late family members.

My dear and special friend Mary Mantell was present for which I was grateful. We helped and supported each other through the past six years of complex grief since Mary lost her beloved husband Mike to Covid . The formal memorial service and burial finally occurred. Now I can visit my original family that I grew up with at the cemetery. I have some peace that they are finally together.

May they all rest in eternal peace .