My grandmother passed away about a week and a half ago. We traveled up north for several days last week for her funeral. (Sorry, burglars, you missed your chance.) She was my last living grandparent and had been suffering from dementia for some years, though my aunt and uncles assure me she did ask after me from time to time, "You were always in her heart," my aunt told me. As she has been in mine.
A friend of mine and I were talking about funerals, and how they are such strange things. Filled with grief and loss and sadness, but also a time time of love and support and family. Sad occasions, but they bring they bring people together.
It was a very sad event, but something quite amazing and unexpected happened. I realized that I am surrounded by love. I have so much love coming at me from all directions, places I didn't even know to look. Love without expectations or exceptions or unwritten rules. Just love.
The love just poured out at me, and at my boys. Hugs and kisses and hands held and babies passed around. Laughter. So many "I love yous" and "I miss yous" it was very nearly overwhelming, though in a good way. It lifted me up and carried me through and I'm still feeling a little high on all this love.
"We Peschis, we have such good hearts," my cousin said.
He is right. We do have good hearts. It felt good to be surrounded and loved by so many good hearts.