Dear Fleur, isn't it awful that weddings and funerals seem to bring out the worst in families? It's not exclusive to JW's. In any case, your grandmother is at peace, wherever and whatever that is. She is finished with her life here but she lives on in your beautiful memories of her. I like Scully's idea of planting a rosebush. What I did after my dad's death were just little things. After the funeral was over, my husband, my best girlfriend and her husband and I went out to dinner. Another dear friend watched the children for us. We went to Benihana's and had a hibachi dinner, one of Dad's favorites, and during dinner I quietly piled a little of their fried rice on my napkin, sprinkled some wine on it, and wished him well. I left it there during the meal as a quasi-Buddhist tribute to him. When we went to the annual Greek Food Festival in Dallas, which is held on the grounds of the Greek Orthodox Church, I celebrated my newly found religious freedom by taking a tour of the church, and at the entrance I lit a candle for Dad and said a little prayer.
As I said, these are little things but are just acknowledgements of the passing of someone special to me. Someone who made a difference in my life and who will live on because of that.
Let the siblings squabble and keep your love and your memories of your grandmother pure and sweet, as they should be.
Love,
Nina