When my son attended his first funeral (my grandmother) he was just twelve. His comment that he thought funerals were suppose to be sad started a life long conversation of celebration for my elders. We spend as much time as we can making memories and then celebrating them.
Our family is a family of faith although the churches they chose are varied
We respect each choice and respect each difference
There have been many trials but we remember love wins !
I was very lucky in that my first funeral wasn’t until I was 17 (grandfather). Of course many cried at the rosary and at the burial. Then we all went back to my grandparents house and the drinks and food flowed (Slavic family) and music started and some dancing was done. My aunt was like my 2nd mother and her husband was my Godfather. Their 3 sons are considered like brothers by my sister and I. We have a variety of faiths in our family, too. I think (hope), this will be more of a celebration of life. You’re right - love wins!!