The funeral was "nice", insofar as funerals can be "nice". The eulogies were beautifully delivered.
It was heartbreaking to see the mother who could barely hold herself up in her grief. I hugged her. I hugged her brother, whose strong character really touched me. I hugged her sister, who looked so much like her.
Excerpt from poem by Tennyson, "Nothing Will Die":
The world was never made;
It will change, but it will not fade.
So let the wind range;
For even and morn
Ever will be
Nothing was born;
Nothing will die;
All things will change.