As I mentioned before, my sister Sylvia’s husband, Pete, passed away on March 10, and my mother, Julia, died on March 14. Pete was 65 and Mom was 99.
Prior to the two funerals, I hosted a potluck dinner for the family at my home on Saturday. We were overjoyed that my youngest sister from Virginia and my nephew from Bali were able to attend.
Here we are:
On Sunday, we celebrated Pete’s life. So many friends and relatives came:
Hollis, David, and me:
Pete’s son, Travis:
Pete’s wife, Sylvia:
Pete’s ashes were scattered at his favorite surfing spot, Kewalos.
On Monday, we celebrated my mother’s life at a Catholic church, where I read my eulogy:
My grandkids placed roses on top of Mom’s casket, as we all did. Mom’s casket now rests on top of my father’s casket:
I am tired, now, and want quiet time.