Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2018-02-04 20:12:00 |
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Who: Dora, Hyperion, Persephone, Eugenia, ZJ, Adelaide, Victoria, and OPEN to whoever wants to come. Feel free to tag yourselves in :)
When: Sunday February 4
Where: Wizarding funeral home?
What: It's Phillip's and Ewan's funeral and wake.
Warnings: Grief, heavy topics, mourning, etc.
Eugenia had planned Phillip's funeral. After all, in the end, it was her responsibility. Despite their estrangement. Besides, she couldn't put that onto Hyperion or Persephone or Pandora. She worked closely with her eldest daughter, though, since both son and son-in-law would have a service together. It had nothing to do with money, for Eugenia had plenty of that; it was all about being able to observe both at once, instead of them going one after another, like two punches in a boxing match which would inevitably knock the family out.
There would be two more plots in the family cemetery on their large estate now. The Summerbys had agreed to it, and since they lived literally right next door, they could visit the grave any time they wished. The older woman could only be grateful that they did not give Dora a hassle about it, for the woman seemed to be made of spun glass right now, and the wrong tap would shatter her.
That couldn't happen. There were children, born and unborn, to think about.
The Montgomeries were an old, old Scottish family, and there was plenty of tradition and plenty of family to go around. They hadn't bothered to try to restrict attendance, wanting any and all who wished to come mourn to attend, any family, no matter how far flung, to pay their respects, should they wish it.
The wake would be a grand thing, for there was one thing the Scots truly knew how to do, it was mourn and celebrate all at once. There would be plenty of whiskey.
Eugenia thought she might just avail herself to as much of it as she could, so she could no longer feel the pain. The one bright spot was seeing her grandchildren exquisitely dressed in tiny black outfits, and seeing Adelaide awake and if not up, precisely, at least in attendance, as well as Zahara being safely home again. That was some comfort in this awful time.
She would take every comfort in this storm.