I led a funeral on Saturday morning. By myself. I’ve had the experience of assisting at many a funeral under the leadership of Kendall; at least a good ten funerals in my time here. But this time I was on my own. Eek.
I survived. It was a nice service, a wonderful way to remember and celebrate the life of a grandma, mother, and dear friend. Family members and friends shared memories and stories during the service and I found myself wishing I had known the deceased better. She seemed like the best, most giving, spunky woman. After the service, the immediate family headed to the cemetery for the committal service. It was raining outside so the service was short.
I rode to the cemetery in a hearse. Before the service, I was talking to Kevin, the funeral director, about the details, especially in regards to the committal/getting to the cemetery and he said, “Oh, you can ride with me.” Okay.
In the hearse. And it was kinda cool. Years ago, I think it would have creeped me out incredibly but now it was okay. I rode in the front seat, not the back, and also had a return trip from the cemetery. A ride where I remain at the cemetery and there is no return trip would not be quite so cool.
there's no place like gnome. 
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