We buried Mom last week. We're sad, but we're good with it. Mom was 85. Mom & Dad were vital to nearly the end- Dad's still good at 88, & living home alone....for a while anyhow. In late Spring Mom went into a CHF that they just couldn't resolve. They thought in Summer that she'd had another cardiac event. She could have lingered, struggled, suffered. She passed peacefully, and quickly. This is best.
We put pictures and special items in her casket with her. This was Dad's wish but we were more than happy to oblige. I put in my Claddaugh birthstone ring (her birthday two days before mine). I didn't explain to anyone, but it meant a lot to me. I'm an adoptee. I recently found my birth mother. On my maternal side, I"m 99.9% Scottish, Irish, & British. Hence the hands, heart, & crown would mean more to me than to my primarily German parents. But Mom was also Irish (Carroll). Also, as a child she had given me her first ring, a birthstone ring. I lost it fairly young, which always upset me. It's funny that I should choose to give back to her in the end one similar. My Claddaugh is replacable. My heart and love went with Mom. I was not an easy child and I certainly was very different from them and my adoptive brother, their natural child. As they years fell away, difference and problems just weren't important anymore. Family and love were all that really mattered. I really miss her. I can't stop thinking of things and thinking I have to remember to tell her that next time I talk to her. My phone hasn't rung since she passed except for my dear daughter who lives out of town. I've lost my best friend - my life now consists of 4 men- Dad, son, husband, & brother. Oi!
Sorry for the long diatribe. I've not really found anyone interested in hearing my sentiments so, whether this is read or not, it's been said. RIP Mom. I love you still.
Does anyone else have rituals they've chosen or used with their loved ones? Blessed be!