The funeral. No priest, but Arpi still had to pay some for the use of the chapel, because this is not a city cemetary, it belongs to the catholic church. Višnja appeared, her son too, Lena and Milan came from Belgrade. Silvija with Dragan, Jagoda and little Milan (whose hair has really gone wild!), Boba and a few friends. The ceremony was brief and not too solemn - no speech. I carried the cross, some honour.
Tried to go to zanatlija but they had some party and were chock full, so the daća was at banatskakuća, outside. Just an ordinary lunch.
It seems nobody was particularly sad, the prevailing feeling is that there's now one worry less. Just like with my dad, we were extremely lucky that they've spent the last years with just a few bruises and no broken bones, and didn't lie in hospital.
And we were kind of oversaturated. This was the fifth funeral we attended since november.