Memorial & Cocktails
Yesterday we held a memorial in honor of my mom, Anita Toscano. Well over 500 people jammed into the pub and restaurant that my parents owned for over 32 years and sold two years ago right before my mother was diagnosed with cancer.She did not want a wake, funeral or burial. Rather she chose to be cremated. She knew we needed something to say good-bye, so she said we could have a memorial service. Most who attended did not know what to expect. No church, no dour ceremony, no ritual. (In fact, it was so packed that the priest could not elbow his way into the dinning room.) We simply gathered and shared stories, memories, and lessons learned.
Then we ate and drank like my mother would want us to do--for hours! The party spilled out onto the street and to the house across the street. Sure we cried some, (okay a lot) but we laughed much more.
One family friend who used to work in the restaurant said she imagines my mom finally relaxing ordering the celestial staff around. The angels don't know what hit them.
Thank you for all your kind words, thoughts and prayers. I felt very much supported through this time. I am doing well, getting ready to fly to London tomorrow for three weeks in the UK, Denmark and Sweden.
Below are photos of my mom from when she was age 16 until a few weeks before she died. She has beautiful soulful eyes and a mischiveous smile.
posted by Peterson Toscano @ 3:41 PM
7 Comments:
Lovely photos, P. I'm so glad your family (and 500 close friends) could gather in a place to give your mom a nice sendoff. Sounds like she would have loved it.
oh my but you look like your father!
Hugs, P. See you when you get back home.
Peterson, I love that "party as funeral" idea. I went to something kind of like that once, for a guy my age I knew who had been active in the local music scene. It was held in a bar, with lots of live music, beer, munchies, dancing, and even a raffle!
Thinking of you!
Tom D.
I love this post and the life in photos. Beautiful Peterson. I bet I'd have loved your mom. Sounds like my kind of woman.
Tonya, you and my mother would have done some damage together!
A recurring experience since my grandma died in '99: Wanting to give friends a sense of her, yet an utter loss of words which would do justice to my experience of her.
Her grace...
Graciousness
which welcomed everyone
laced richly
with humor.
Gentle
as a
butter
knife.
Yet slicing
to the bone
of truth
And then
ambling
gently
away.
Momentarily
I forget
that
they
will not
run into her
at a coffee shop
and tell me later
of her grace
and her
gracious
welcome.
Gazing
into Anita's face
those amazing eyes
for a moment
I forgot
that
I
would not
run into her
in a coffee shop
at some random moment
and tell you
the story
later.
Now that's what I call a wedding dress! Wow.
Sounds like you are making your peace... or maybe you already have.
You remain in my thoughts.
Blessings,
Liz Opp, The Good Raised Up
Yesterday we held a memorial in honor of my mom, Anita Toscano. Well over 500 people jammed into the pub and restaurant that my parents owned for over 32 years and sold two years ago right before my mother was diagnosed with cancer.
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