There were violets, because that's what he picked for her every spring. A granddaughter sang "Ave Maria" and "The Old Rugged Cross." Then guests enjoyed an ice cream social, featuring vanilla (her favorite) with sprinkles on top.
Sunday's memorial service in Wayzata for Gladys Lamberger, 90, and August (Augie) Lamberger, 92, was a fitting send-off to a patriarch and matriarch whose home, and kitchen, remained open to their six children, nine grandchildren, 13 great-grandchildren, neighbors and countless friends.
And it laid to rest any doubt that humans can, and do, die of a broken heart.
The Lambergers died in January, 19 days apart. They had been married two months shy of 70 years. Their obituary last week caught my eye, as it featured both of them in a single announcement. Call me weird, morbid even, but I keep a file on couples like the Lambergers, and that's because I prefer to call myself a romantic.
How can you not love a story like this?
This year, two of my friends lost long-married parents within months of each other, the survivors barely coming up for air before plunging into the depths of grief again. When I was a kid, my paternal grandmother, a tiny Russian emigrant who assembled poppies for the Veterans of Foreign Wars and kept a carp in her bathtub on Fridays, dropped dead on the streets of Paterson, N.J., six months after my grandfather died. People said she had a heart attack. I had a different hunch, even then.
And while I prefer not to let facts get in the way of my strongest hunches, I was happy to discover that science actually is on my side this time.
A few years ago, Dr. Ilan Wittstein, a cardiologist at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine, published research in the New England Journal of Medicine on something called "stress cardiomyopathy." The user-friendly term is "broken-heart syndrome," and Wittstein wrote that its symptoms (sudden chest pain, shortness of breath), while similar to a typical heart attack, are very different.