Ginny hadn't offered to speak at the funeral. She had been on the verge of tears all day and knew that once it started, she wouldn't be able to speak. There was nothing she wanted to say in front of the crowd attending the funeral anyway. She saved it all for her own private goodbye, which had been hard enough as it was. There was so much to say and not nearly enough time to say it all.
Tears flowed steadily from the time the funeral started until her parents were in the ground. Ginny had stood by her brothers in her best black robes, feeling even more keenly the loss as the coffins were lowered and then covered with dirt. It felt like the end of everything. Nothing would ever be the same again.
The day had certainly made everything else she had been wrestling with seem quite petty in comparison. None of that mattered today. The only thing that mattered was this.
Back at the Burrow, Ginny found it easier to focus on being a good hostess, making sure everyone had something to eat and drink. She realised vaguely that she was taking on her mother's usual role, but she didn't dwell on that thought for longer than a second. It was too hard and she would start crying again if she thought about it longer.
It was nice to see just how many people had known and loved their parents, and Ginny listened to the stories and smiled at some, but didn't contribute much of her own. Any time she tried, she ended up dissolving into tears only to be comforted by the person or people she was talking to, so after a couple of tries, she stopped sharing and just nodded and listened to everyone else.