PASTOR: And now I'd like to invite up
Marilyn's beloved son Jack.
My mother was...
...she was a good mother.
She did her best...
...and I loved her.
W-What I want to say...
What I want to say about her is...
(door opens)
The house I grew up in
wasn't an easy place to be a son.
But it wasn't an easy place to be a mother, either.
We did our best, the both of us,
and we were lucky because we got out.
But when you live in a house like that,
there's a part of you that never gets out.
So you build a new house.
A better house for a better life.
And you try as hard as you can
to make sure that part of you that still lives
in that old house is as small as possible.
I did my best to forget everything about that house.
But there...
there were so many little details.
Uh...
Heavy footsteps.
Cracking of a beer.
The creak of an armchair.
I don't know if she was ever able to forget
any of the details of that house, but I do know
she filled up her life with new ones.
Ones worth remembering.
A dish of chocolates.
A... basket of yarn.
(laughs softly)
A cat that keeps coming back.
There are four people here today.
My wife. My children.
Her grandchildren.
They gave me a new home.
And Debby, Mike...
...and everyone here today.
You gave that to her.
As her son,
I am very grateful to you all.
Thank you.
Okay, Ma.
Don't let me keep you.
(whispers): Let's scoot you over, honey.