Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I've just returned from my friend's mother's funeral.  We met in my friend's house, and through the internet, participated in the funeral in New Jersey.  My friend spoke and also her brother-in-law there as well as her cousin in South Carolina.  Amazingly, it felt intimate and immediate.  There were 14 people here and about the same number there.  They could not use the chapel, due to coronavirus, so it was held outside, and the rabbi shoveled fourteen times into the grave for us here.  My friend gave a beautiful eulogy, and we all wept, then after the last prayer, we had lunch and remembered her mother, who was lively, funny, and adorable.  I often talked movies and books with her.  She was 96, but sharp.  I brought my grandsons to see her, and she came to my house for holidays, showers and dinners until the last year, when she pretty much stopped going out.  Thursday I brought her potato leek soup, but she died that evening.  She was beyond our world and slipping away.  Her daughters and grandchildren have an abundance of stories to keep her alive, and my husband told me a funny one on our way walking back home.  At her granddaughter's wedding, my husband, a friend and she were sitting at a table while most people were dancing.  My husband asked which table the friend had been sitting at, and she replied at yours.  My friend's mother said:  I'm glad I'm not the only one who can't remember anything.  The three of them laughed.