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My grandmother's funeral was beautiful, personal and heart-wrenching. Writing  the obit  was an honor, and I was happy to have my mom, dad and sister all add some details and thoughts I wouldn't have come up with on my own. My grandma looked wonderful and at peace- she looked twenty or more years younger, like the Mamaw we remembered. Pretty skin, eyes that weren't red and swollen, those same loving little hands folded at rest. My family and I did a splendid job selecting and setting up a slew of memorabilia. And during the service, my sister and I each had one of our mom's cousins read some memories we'd each written about our Mamaw and our favorite times with her and what she meant to us. At the graveside, my Mom planned to stay as the casket was lowered into the ground, but there was some mechanical issue and they were having a hard time getting it to steadily and easily descend. We were all #facepalm about it. But then we laughed a little - after wat

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