I know that it's hard to find beauty in the middle of a funeral. Still in some ways, it is a beautiful process. Which makes it all the sadder that the one whose honor this event is being held in can not be there.
I found it very touching that so many people joined in the motorcade out to the cemetary. My mom meant so much to so many people, and this will always be a beautiful memory for me. A testament to the life my mom led. The kind of life that touched so many others.
The roses that my dad and my brother held in their hands. Roses were one of her favorite flowers. To me these two roses symbolize the fragility and preciousness of life. Held so dearly like the memory of my mom will be held so dearly by so many.
Finally, I didn't want to miss the chance to get a shot of the casket spray. The florist did such a lovely job. She would have loved this bouquet had she been able to see it.