We had the funeral earlier this week. It was about as perfect as it could be.
Rev. J (yes, our minister and son nearly have the same name) did a brilliant job, especially since he struggled saying goodbye to a friend. Having someone who knew Mr Trifectagirl well, and loved and cared for him, really made a big difference in the whole feel of the service.
The photo montage I put together was perfect. The friends that agreed to deliver the eulogy did a brilliant job - as did all of us who collectively wrote it.
Saying the final goodbye was excrutiatingly painful. It was the first time I have really sobbed since Mr Trifectagirl passed away.
I've been ok - since the funeral I have been having bad moments rather than bad days. But I'm not sure the reality has really, really sunk in yet.