I always thought the question “How was the funeral” was a stupid question.

But I attended one yesterday, and my answer is different than the usual snide “how could it have been?”  I didn’t know her well, she was my good friend’s grandmother.  But I listened to all of the stories from those who did. Her daughters, her son-in-laws, grandchildren, great-grandchildren.

Those who spoke told funny stories, which I always think is a great way to share your memories about someone.  I attended this service, where we said goodbye to someone leaving this Earth, and those stories brought me back down to Earth.  We all need to be brought down sometimes.

She was honored for loving her family, for teaching her grandchildren about the ways of the world.  She was a hard worker, and a woman who believed she could do anything and that it was everyone’s responsibility to do something nice for someone else every day.

So, how was the funeral.  I felt lucky to have been there.  This woman who left us taught me about life and reinforced all of the questions I need to ask myself daily.  Do I love unconditionally, am I a good wife, mother, daughter, and friend?

So I’d have to say, the funeral was good.  It was like life.  I cried, I laughed, I learned.

I know this is a little bit heavier of a post than me writing about Eminem singing at my son’s party, and I am not trying to be like Tony Robbins.  His teeth are scary big.  I like how white they are, but he looks like he could eat me in one bite.  I just wanted you to know that I always question things in my day to day life and am searching for ways to be better, live better.  I can learn from you and I hope you take something away from me.

Tomorrow, the best mascara tip, I promise.

Jen Ross, Author, “Don’t Wear Sweats Or Your Husband Will Leave You”