A life well lived

My mom and aunt found this picture while searching for grandma's papers. None of the kids had ever seen it, as if she had been shy about showing her young, stylish self. She was around 20, still single, which put the picture in the years just before the beginning of the second world war.

Funeral parlors are strange: smiling to very distant relatives, answering questions such as : so, what are you up to these days, as if the only possible answer wasn't : well, I'm burying one of the most important person of my life, what about you.

But on the plus side: you are surrounded with love, and people with whom you can share stories.

Love. This is what I get from this experience. Her life was about love and she lived and died for and with that love. Doesn't get much better than this.