We had a long, rough weekend. A family member committed suicide last week and we spent the weekend at the visitation and funeral. It was nice to see family, even though the circumstances were crap. Coming from a large Irish family, there is a little bit of infighting. Thankfully all of that ceased this weekend. A decade long grudge between two family members peacefully and genuinely came to an end. I was so happy for them both..and for everyone else, that their friendship was restored.
My husband is also a piper, so he, adorned in his kilt get up, played the pipes at the funeral. The departed was a soldier and all of his brothers and his father are police officers like the hubs. Everyone sobbed as my husband played Amazing Grace after the presentation of the flag to the mother.
After the funeral someone came up to hubs and gave him a big hug and said, "Funerals suck, but if there is one thing that makes a funeral awesome, it's hearing those pipes".
I was really proud of my man.