Funerals are for the living. We use the time at a wake to gather, renew old contacts, talk of things we thought we had forgotten and get to see relatives we have not seen in years. Tricia planned hers well, it was short painless for the most part and beautiful. She decided that she would be cremated. Her ashes were present in a brass urn. Simple yet elegant. It was a time of healing and learning to cope with her passing. It helped me get through the worst event to date in my life.
Now, with all of the tears in my eyes making it hard for me to see the keyboard. Its time to tell it like it is. The last person in this world that would want anyone crying over her was Trisha. She was full of life and a little stubborn. She had a sense of humor that really touched us all. The morning of the wake and memorial service, the electricity went out just as most of the women were getting out the shower with wet heads. Every house were my daughters and grandaughters could have gone to dry their heads was without the magic of electricity. It was not off long, just annoying. Come to find out that the reason there were 53000 homes in the dark was a snake. The only animal that Brian would aggravate her with as they were raising their family. Brian once caught a copperhead, killed it and then coiled it into a strike poise and put it in the freezer. When Trish opened the freezer door...well let us say Brian never pulled that one again. After the service The urn was placed in a cabinet once owned by her Grandmother Mary. Her son was curious about it so he picked it up, This is really heavy" he announced. His sister said "how do we know mom is in there?" With that he gave it a little shake
Tara pumped her fist and said " Shes there" Brandon said that it really felt weird and he put it down. I sat and watched the incident and thought about how Trish was smiling and her children. I really hate cancer. I really love Patricia Lynn Evensen.
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