Yes, I still have cutesy Hallowoonie decorations to show you but I am taking a break from the pictorial today and sharing with you a thought.....and we all know I have lots of thoughts. As Ry would say, "it's time to run, Oma's thinking".
Today Magaly at Pagan Culture shared her thoughts and wishes to her loved ones upon her death. I think it is interesting that someone so young would have a voice to that. But knowing Magaly, I do understand the why and she is a smart cookie.
Giving voice to our wants and wishes are what we should incorporate into our daily lives and to our wishes about how we want folks to remember and celebrate our lives.
You all know I worked at a mausoleum, in a cemetery for several years. Had many encounters with distraught loved ones who didn't have a clue as to the wishes of their dearly departed. It was hard to watch them suffer at their lack of direction. Choices at a time when you can't possibly make an informed choice are heart breaking. But it is the nature of the beast in the funeral business because most of us frail human entities just refuse to face the inevitable...we are going to die someday. And someone else is going to have to "clean up our mess".
All it takes is telling someone what it is you want to happen to your remains. It's that simple but......many folks are fearful that it will jinx their living if they talk about their death.
My parents wanted to make sure that they got what they wanted. Well one of them did and the other....not so much. They bought crypts in the mausoleum where I worked. Picked out the exact ones they wanted. As a matter of insanity...my Dad was afraid of the dark and didn't want to be buried in the ground. He made sure he got a crypt near a electrical socket and asked me to put a light in his crypt. MMmmmkay. And........Hell no, I'm not kidding.
Then, they left their wishes with the funeral home. My Mom wanted to be cremated and to have a church service in her honor. My Dad wanted not to be cremated and a huge wailing, crying, ostentatious service in a church he had not attended for years. My Mom's friends all preceded her in death and so we had her service here at the house. It was small and lovely. Shelley and I sang her favorite hymns and neighbors and family shared their remembrances of her. My Dad's sister got involved in his care in his last few years and before I could get involved in the "doings" and details after his death, they had already cremated him. Oops. And instead of the huge service he wanted, nothing was observed, not even an obituary, but they did see fit to spend his money. For him, family was the most important thing....oh not his offspring, but his siblings, so in a very karmic way, he got his wishes.
As to my own wishes, I would like my ashes to be scattered in my beloved Sandias and for there to be a party not a funeral. Lots of chocolate, balloons not flowers, party hats and if someone is so moved, they can tell of my blatant insanity and whimsical f*^kery. That would be happy for me. But then ya never know.....the kids could just throw my ashes out with the trash and what?????? am I gonna be offended? I think not.