Aunt Joyce was my dad's baby sister. She had been living in a nursing home for several years, and passed away peacefully, surrounded by her family.
The weather for the visitation and funeral was fine, and downright sunny the day of the funeral, although quite chilly again.
Yet while it was a sad time. It was a time of cousins sharing and hugging. Saying it is a shame we only get together like this at funerals. And yet there was the knowledge we probably won't be together again until the (hopefully long delayed) next time.
However my cousins, her sons and some of her grandsons have made a habit of showing off their Irish heritag. They mostly come by it from their father's side, although the closest immigrant ancestor on the side I share is also from Ireland.
My kilted cousins! Clearly they love their Irish roots. No wonder their mom and dad (or grandparents as the case may be,) were delighted with the trip they took to Ireland with my parents.
Needless to say, it was a memorable send off for Aunt Joyce.