I never wanted to see a casket lowered...:(

[witchymel]

My heart is broken right now. It was a lovely service even though it was mostly done in Armenian. My cousin Arvin read a beautiful self written poem for my uncle. (in english) I cried. I kissed his closed casket and I dropped roses down on it as it was being lowered into the ground... as well as two handfuls of dirt, one for me, one for my dad, as my dad was sitting back in a wheelchair for ease of his body being able to handle the emotional stress. I didn't think I was going to cry, let alone bawl... but I did. So many people were there... over a hundred, and they all came from the church to the grave site... it was impressively touching. I hope they continue to come and visit my aunt throughout the year. She needs the comfort. I know that my cousin's and I will take the time to not only visit her, but visit the grave site to add flowers.

My dad kept it together, with a few slipped tears, but withholding the emotions strained his chest and he's feeling the aches now. I cried for my uncle, I cried for my auntie, I cried for my son, because being back in that setting brought back the loss of my own son. My uncle was greeted by Benjamin, I am certain, and his loved ones that passed before him. Now we get to pick up the pieces one by one and day by day helping family cope with the obvious and difficult absence of a man deeply loved and greatly missed.

My uncle died February 14, 2006 at 2:55pm pst. May he rest in peace and his spirit live forever in our hearts.