What a shock. I remember being at the Mass how the Holy Spirit carrried me through it all.
Or when one of my brothers died. His wife wanted one of the other brothers to read a passage of scripture. I said yes when no one else would because of the grief. When it was my turn I almost brokedown. I asked the Holy Spirit to please guide. Well Did He ever. The peace of God came over and literally took over from me as I spoke. I can say Yes! = Blessed are those who mourn.
Thanks for sharing those two very moving stories. Sometimes in these situations, the Holy Spirit does take over. I really don’t remember that much about my husband’s funeral except that I cried a lot and that many, many people came forward to speak about him.