I went to Ryan's funeral Mass today. I sat with my Mom. It was packed wall-to-wall, and a beautiful service. The priest's homily was so excellent it actually made me change the way I've felt about my Dad's death for over 10 years. His aunt gave a eulogy that went from laughs to tears; I wanted to applaud it for its beauty. I did not get a chance to talk to the family at all, which I suppose I should have known from my own Dad's funeral but I was there to support them nonetheless. I remembered the words to every hymn, and I sang for him, and for his family. Those voices behind you mean a lot at a time like that.
I still can't believe this, but at one point someone's cell phone started to vibrate. It resonated the whole pew rather loudly during the homily, and the person couldn't even be bothered to make it stop... it buzzed the pew repeatedly until it went to voicemail. It seemed so disrespectful. I wanted to yell "turn your phone off!" but that would have only been worse. I will say this, with some pride that's sometimes hard to find in younger people: it was not someone from Ryan's age bracket (late teens to mid-20s) and there were a lot of them there. No, it was someone close to my age who you'd think would know better.