Don't know if you've noticed but I've been gone :tooth Joe's Da passed, so we had to travel to Ireland ASAP. It as a whirlwind trip and so they really gouged us on price but what u gonna do?
We left here at 6am Thursday and arrived at Dublin 6:30am Friday. Even with 8 hours difference that's a HELL of a trip. Ma was skin a bones, was afraid to hug her too tight. Ceremony was lovely. I hadn't been to a Catholic funeral before and boy lots of stuff-not all only Catholic but I don't go for all the pomp and ceremony stuff. I mean-they really don't know why he died although he had advanced Alzheimers and was like 6'1 and 90+ lbs at the end but he still had to have an autopsy. So then after that they release the body, stuff it in clothes (after rigamorgis(sic) they have to cut them in two to fit on body) then put make up on and put him in open casket.
Sorry all seem yucky to me. Then all immediate family in one limo and us inlaws in second one and we go to funeral parlor-they all look at dead Da and say prayers over him, I stay in background. Then we get wisked around in front of house and pause-it's in front of round a bout so traffic backs up, we go to church and long processing files in, I feel like I'm on display, they do long service, some real touching stuff by relatives but lots of Catholic mumbo jumbo too, we go in limo, we sort of all joke in ours, go to grave yard more speech, then go to reception, talk then PARTY!!! I remember weaving my way back to Ma's place.
Wasn't as drunk as Irish wedding and clothes weren't as easy to dance in...and Damn band at hotel we ended up at was Tin Lizzy....not really my cup of tea.
Rest of visit was nice....went all over Ireland visiting with Bros and Sis' and stopping off between times with Joe's Ma....he's her favorite...she was much better as we left. Sooo glad we went....sooo glad we are back!!!
We left here at 6am Thursday and arrived at Dublin 6:30am Friday. Even with 8 hours difference that's a HELL of a trip. Ma was skin a bones, was afraid to hug her too tight. Ceremony was lovely. I hadn't been to a Catholic funeral before and boy lots of stuff-not all only Catholic but I don't go for all the pomp and ceremony stuff. I mean-they really don't know why he died although he had advanced Alzheimers and was like 6'1 and 90+ lbs at the end but he still had to have an autopsy. So then after that they release the body, stuff it in clothes (after rigamorgis(sic) they have to cut them in two to fit on body) then put make up on and put him in open casket.
Sorry all seem yucky to me. Then all immediate family in one limo and us inlaws in second one and we go to funeral parlor-they all look at dead Da and say prayers over him, I stay in background. Then we get wisked around in front of house and pause-it's in front of round a bout so traffic backs up, we go to church and long processing files in, I feel like I'm on display, they do long service, some real touching stuff by relatives but lots of Catholic mumbo jumbo too, we go in limo, we sort of all joke in ours, go to grave yard more speech, then go to reception, talk then PARTY!!! I remember weaving my way back to Ma's place.
Wasn't as drunk as Irish wedding and clothes weren't as easy to dance in...and Damn band at hotel we ended up at was Tin Lizzy....not really my cup of tea.
Rest of visit was nice....went all over Ireland visiting with Bros and Sis' and stopping off between times with Joe's Ma....he's her favorite...she was much better as we left. Sooo glad we went....sooo glad we are back!!!
