Arrangements

While friend’s were selecting colors and materials for their home renovations and test-driving Bugabo strollers for their other home additions, I was organizing a funeral for three hundred and selecting granite for a head stone. Who knew all the wedding planning with friends would come in handy, though I had thought it would be for my own wedding, not my mother’s funeral service. I was driving back to my dad’s apartment in the days prior to the service, my heart heavy and my mind running with all the details that needed to be done. A box of candles was on the seat beside me, along with several family photos I had just enlarged and framed. These items, and my combined thoughts, caused me to smile as the thought ran through my head, “Martha Stewart needs to tap into the funeral business: Martha Stewart Funerals.” I could just see the “Good Things” page: Set out candles; one for each mourning family member. Enlarge and frame favourite family photos of your loved one in the context of family, relationship and on their own. Create a memory board of your loved one to have on display at the tea following the service; friends and family will appreciate the trip down memory lane. Create a color palette with your loved one’s favourite color, and incorporate their favourite flowers in the casket spray. You will appreciate the touches as you mourn your loved one.

Imagine my brother’s reaction upon opening the door for me when I reached dad’s apartment. I had dragged myself out of there an hour earlier to run errands for the service, and returned laughing. I told him about “Martha Stewart Funerals” and he joined in the laughter. A while later, as we worked on the funeral program and speech, he said, “I think you’re onto something. Instead of a wedding planner, you could be a funeral planner. Seriously, it’s a big event that you have to pull together in a matter of days. People are lost because of shock and emotion, they need some guidance.”

So on a cold December day, we said goodbye to our beloved wife, mother and friend. White lilies and pink roses filled the large casket spray. At the guest book table, we set out framed photos of our family, of mom and dad together, and mom holding cherry blossoms under a cherry tree. We set out four candles for the four of us; dad, my two brothers and I. The service was personable; my brother stood tall and read the eulogy we had written together, ministers spoke about her life and we sang her favourite hymns.

We were overwhelmed by the number of people who came. The funeral home estimated it to be close to three hundred people. The day was shockingly cold. The four of us bundled into the limo to take us down to the grave site. I’ll never forget the picture of looking out the front of the limo and seeing the dark outline of the hearse, the six pallbearers walking respectfully behind it. I turned around to look out the back and saw the mourners extending the length of the hill from the funeral chapel down to the graveyard, the mourners descending slowly, solemnly in the bitingly cold December fog.