Tomorrow is Mum’s funeral mass, so I suppose that makes today “Funeral Mass Eve.” I can think of better Eves. I bought a new dress because my typical “go to funeral” outfit is more of a summer outfit. Jimmy brought home his new suit, purchased months ago. The day he bought it, when Mum was still sick, he commented to me, “I hope that my first time wearing it is not at a funeral.” We went to the mall on Tuesday and bought Daniel a pair of nice black pants and a button-down white shirt with which he’ll wear a black sweater vest.
Jimmy’s brother, sister-in-law and nephew arrived in town late last night. My mother-in-law picked up Mum’s ashes yesterday. We placed the obituary and ordered flowers for the church. This is really happening.
My household is a little blue. We adults feel it acutely and even Daniel seems to feel it. He has been subdued this week and very close to tears if we thwart his wishes. Some of that is being a two-year-old but some of it is internalizing the sad, tense atmosphere around him I think.
We have had a few conversations with him about how Mum is in heaven, but I don’t know how much he understands. He’s 2! How do you talk to a toddler about death in any meaningful, comprehensive way? He’s very sensitive to sad faces right now, so we are very concerned about how he will do tomorrow at the mass when he sees a lot of sad faces. I’m going prepared to take him out if needed. He was so loved by Mum and we want him to be there, but she would be the first to tell us to take care of him and not let him be distressed.
Tomorrow’s funeral mass makes her death official. In some ways it seems like we’ve been hiding out this week, but tomorrow will be extremely real.
Earlier this week when we were tucking in Daniel, he said, “Mum is happy.”
Out of the mouth of babes hopefully.