The
question: Have you thought about your funeral? How do you want it to go? Happy
or sad?
My answer:
Of course!
I’ve lost
most of my family so yes I’ve thought about this!
I want to
be cremated. I’m cold natured and hate to be cold. I tell people it’s a good
thing I don’t live any further north than I do. If I’m cremated, I’ll be warm
for eternity. All I ask is don’t put me in a box – I’m claustrophobic. No
fences for this chick!
I prefer
my husband be cremated too and our ashes mixed together and the kids can do
what they want with our ashes. No worries – I’ll leave a list of preferences. I
certainly won’t care. If my husband were military, I’d be honored to lay with
him wherever is appropriate. Just not in a box. Mix my ashes in the dirt where
he lays.
As far as
the tone – happy or sad – let it take it’s course. If people need to grieve,
let them. If they’re happy I’m gone, let them be happy. No feeling is wrong.
I do want
lots of color though. That’s how I lived – no fear of color. Just no white
before Labor Day, please. If it’s near my birthday, wear purple. You're the best!
And no
carnations please. For one, I grew up calling it the “funeral flower”. You know
me – I don’t like stereotypes so let’s not perpetuate this one. Besides I
really don’t like cut flowers – they just die. Perfect for the setting, but not
for eternal life. Remember I like purple.
A church
service feels right to me. God gave me to the world. He will greet me properly
at the gates to welcome me back home.
I’d like
everyone to gather for some sort of fellowship with food later. Talk about all
the crazy stuff I did. Cry because you miss me. I don’t mind. I thank you for
being there.
At one
time, I wanted to be buried next to my mom if she saved me a seat. Just not in
a box. Blend the ashes into the dirt where a casket goes. And if I do get to be
next to Mom, NO FAKE FLOWERS! Mom hated them. If she could have found a cemetery
that outlawed fake flowers, that’s where she’d be. That means no vase in my
headstone. Thank you.
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