I can barely blog, but I feel compelled...because it's what I do when something big happens.
And yesterday was very...big.
Yesterday we farewelled Bevan.
I don't know if you're supposed to say funerals are lovely, but his was.
Bevan loved going to mass, he could never miss it.
So the full Catholic mass in the tiny country church was absolutely perfect.
It was comforting being back in the little church we went to so often as a family.
The church was full and people were standing (and sitting on folding chairs) outside.
Dad's (and Bevan's) cousin, Shane, read the eulogy just right.
We were laughing and crying, it was perfect.
Another of Dad's cousins, my sister and I read the Prayers of the Faithful.
I wanted to do this for Bevan, but was so worried I would cry while I was reading.
I didn't, I got through it, and I was proud of myself.
Bevan was laid to rest beside his mum and dad in the cemetery behind the church.
It is so peaceful and picturesque amongst the rolling hills and dairy farms.
After the funeral we all met at the local dance hall for a cup of tea and sandwiches.
There were faces everywhere from my past, warm and friendly.
We chatted with our cousins that we see too rarely.
My brother received a call.
Our dear Grandma had just passed away.
My Mum (who is still recovering from a heart attack) 's mother.
It was expected.
When we arrived at Mum & Dad's house to change for the funeral they told us Grandma was very low.
We knew we'd be back for another funeral very soon.
But who gets to hear that their Grandma has died while they're at their uncle's funeral?
It was too much.
I want to write a post about my Grandma.
But not yet.
My heart is still too full of sadness.