Funeral

The funeral is over.

I made it.

I didn't turn into a blubbering idiot.

I managed to play the piano with some modicum of poise and minimum of mistakes.

I smiled and made nice.

I didn't throttle the person I wanted to throttle.

I decided I really dislike the smell of lilies.

I loved seeing one of my aunts for the first time in nearly 40 years.

I liked the reward of gelato at the end of the day's journey.

I hope my children will be sad and miss me when it's my turn.

I'm relieved the funeral is over.