Seeing my grandmother in the funeral home today made me realize how much I appreciated not having to see my other grandmother at her service in early December. I was uncomfortable with the pressure to "view" her, with the ceremony of closing the casket during the service and opening it back up afterwards. In some ways, I thought Honey's service was more honest than this one for Gladys. Yet it was overwhelming to hear again and again how everyone noted the profound love my grandparents had for each other, how generous my grandmother was in caring for those around her. Such love they had. Such love they shared with others. Such love.