I consider myself fortunate to have the support of friends and family through a difficult time. My lawn has been mowed by neighbors. Flowers from talented gardeners were brought to cheer me at home and to decorate the community center for the celebration of life and memorial service. Cards arrived everyday for three weeks. I have been fed. My friend Ginnie has done way more than her share by feeding out of town family, including two teenage boys and a 21 year old. That's a lot of lasagna and macaroni and cheese! (I kept her zucchini casserole for myself though.) She helped me put together the photo display and picked up the cake and delivered it, too. Maggie brought quiche and wine. My friend Donna sent a gift card for pizza while Mike was still in the hospital and made a pasta salad for Saturday. Carl and Ellie supplied chicken and biscuits and homemade chocolate chip cookies. Mary Jane introduced me to Ben and Jerry's Liz Lemon frozen yogurt.
My cousin John rode his motorcycle from Rochester, NY, to attend the service. My cousins Bill and Carla sent a wonderful fruit basket. Mike's cousin Chris drove up from Connecticut and his buddy Moose brought his girls from Rhode Island and headed back home in the same day. That is touching effort to pay respects. So many of Mike's friends and colleagues have been in touch. People have been very kind.
The celebration of life went very much as I had envisioned it. Mike's youngest grandson took some pictures early in the day and I will post those another time. I guess it was a major step in the direction that grief and mourning can take us, a public admission that Mike's death is real--a new depth of pain and just when I think the well of tears has surely run dry, a whole new flood rains down. I realize that this is the road I have to travel for now. It is good to have the helping hands reach out along the way because this is really very hard.