Trish was able to plan out her funeral, which is something that is somewhat of a blessing. She was able to plan the speakers, the songs, the casket she wanted, etc. The casket was pink, specially designed for her, in support of Brest Cancer awareness.
The whole experience was surreal to me. It didn't seem right or like it was actually happening. Trish should not be laying in the box, lifeless. Trish was always full of life, with a beautiful smile on her face. They had an open casket before the ceremony. Trish did not look like herself. They did seem to make her sort of smile.
Olivia wrote a beautiful essay about her step mom being her hero. It brought every single person to tears. I know Liv has had an especially hard time with Trish's death.
The funeral services were perfect. All the words that were spoken about Trish showed just what an amazing person she was and what a full life she lived.
My heart was aching for the boys, although I don't think they had any comprehension about what was happening.
We sat behind Kelly and the boys during the funeral services and George kept on asking his dad why mommy was in a box, and why people all had papers with their mommy's picture on them. Edison reached out and tried to grab the pink casket as it was carried out by the pallbearers. It was heart breaking.
It was so nice seeing all of my extended family there. It is not often that we all get to be together. It is too bad it was under such sad circumstances.
I truly do feel blessed to have been within the circle of people who knew and loved Trish. I am a better person for having had her in my life. I am so sad and confused as to why this had to happen, but I am glad that her suffering is over. Love you, Trish.
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| It really was a beautiful service. The siblings got to speak, as well as Kelly. Mike was one of the pallbearers, per Trish's request. |
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| At Logan Cemetery... |
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| the family gathered together for the burial |
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| Custom-made, pink for Trish! |
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| keeping warm... |
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| beautiful Grandma Joyce |
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| the pallbearers carrying the pink casket |
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| my hubbs |
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| the casket |
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| Liv and Kelly |
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| I wore my pink coat to support Trish |
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| Notes left from the boys... |
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| lots of hugs and love |
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| Kelly and George |
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| where my grandpa Parkinson is buried |
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| Lots of people who love Trish |
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| Cousins |
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| me, the hubby, and baby on the way |
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| The Spencer Parkinson family |
Back at Grandma Joyce's house I snapped a photo of Jared and cousin Spencer... we had a family luncheon together. We were also celebrating my mom's birthday, which was the same day as the funeral. Happy Birthday, mom.
A difficult day...
On the drive back we decided to make a stop in Ogden to see the cemetery where Mike's grandparents are buried. We took a few photos of the grave sites:
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| I will have to ask Mike again who they are... interestingly enough, we both have the name Williams in our ancestry. My mom's maiden name is Williams. Hopefully we are not related! |
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| Mike's grandma on his dad's side |
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| Mike's grandpa on his dad's side. He was a barber by trade, in downtown Salt Lake City! |
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| masonic looking symbols on the headstones |
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| fascinating! |
