What I don't understand is that surely you can feel the connection looking at a picture or just thinking of the memories with that person. You don't have to go to the site of burial.
It's interesting that you would like your grave to be a national historical monument. Personally I would prefer to be buried in an unmarked grave. Well perhaps marked with a final phrase but not my name and information.
my burial plot is already on the historical registry. it was the site of a pony express stagecoach stop. i'm restoring the stage stop and opening it to the public as a museum. the state will provide me with a better historical marker when i'm done.
i had the site registered as a family burial plot. it's quite easy to do.
you don't want to be burried in an unmarked grave. for almost 30 years of my life i had something bothering me. something that always ate away at me in the back of my head. after finding out i was burried in an unmarked grave in a past life; i came to terms with it. that person does have a grave; but it's empty. marked like he's there; but empty.
maybe you don't believe in past lives and maybe i'm just a nutter when it comes to this. respect yourself and what you've done here on earth by having your grave marked. you're a good person and should be recognized both in life and in death.
I visit my materal grandmother's grave from time to time and on her birthday. On her birthday I leave a birthday card for her and have done so every year since she passed in 1999. We had a very close relationship and to me it's comforting to be able to visit the place where she rests. I know leaveing a birthday card sound pretty stupid considering that she will never read them and the grounds keeper just throws it in the garabage after awhile but when I first started doing it, it was a way for me to cope with her passing. Now it is more of a tradition for me.
she knows you leave them. don't stop. she'd know if you threw flowers in the ocean for her. you don't have to be in a cemetery but that's your place of comfort. and we must find comfort where we can.
i'll keep your grandmother in my thoughts.
my grave will be part of a national historical monument. it's already in the works. that being said; i don't recall ever visiting anyone in a cemetery. i know people that do and they do it for themselves. they feel closer to that person and it's an intimacy they can't find elsewhere. true; you can remember a person anywhere; but it's that intimacy people seek.
the reason my grave is part of a historical monument is because of what i did and how i contributed to that particular site. it's my little slice of imortality. and maybe that's what it means to other people. i visited boot hill in tombstone when i was there and the names i read off the tombstones have; in a way; become imortal. stories that have been passed down over the last 125 years still live on.
both my urn and granite marker will be etched with the phrase
"what a long strange trip it's been"
because that's how i see my life. cemeteries have many markers and a lot have phrases that either the deceased or family wanted to say. like a final statement. jimi hendrix's marker says "forever in our hearts". that has a special meaning to me as well as many others who may visit his grave.
so i guess there's lots of different answers to your question.
I understand where you are coming from and I respect your beliefs regarding past lives, but for me I feel there are two ways I should be remembered by 1) the people who know me 2) what I've accomplished in my life (i.e. papers I've published, my PhD thesis, so on..). A grave is just an object for me.
I understand where you are coming from and I respect your beliefs regarding past lives, but for me I feel there are two ways I should be remembered by 1) the people who know me 2) what I've accomplished in my life (i.e. papers I've published, my PhD thesis, so on..). A grave is just an object for me.
and i respect your views. to be honest; i'm selfish and want to be acknowledged for my accomplishments that are not acknowledged now. people have taken my research and put their own names on it. i can't do anything about it so i let it go. that's just one example but i need that recognition. even if it has to be in death. i originally wanted my ashes spread accross my ranch; but my selfishness changed those plans.
thank you for the reasonable and informative conversation. i'm not used to expressing my views without being attacked. this was quite pleasant for me.
and i respect your views. to be honest; i'm selfish and want to be acknowledged for my accomplishments that are not acknowledged now. people have taken my research and put their own names on it. i can't do anything about it so i let it go. that's just one example but i need that recognition. even if it has to be in death. i originally wanted my ashes spread accross my ranch; but my selfishness changed those plans.
thank you for the reasonable and informative conversation. i'm not used to expressing my views without being attacked. this was quite pleasant for me.
Thank you and your welcome. I think one of the easiest things in life is to show respect for other people's opinions, easier than getting yourself worked up about something you disagree with.
I don't think its selfish to want to be acknowledged for the things you have done. The important thing in my opinion is that one should not let that need of acknowledgment drive him/her.
I'm interested when you mention you have died and come back and you have seen what follows after this life... what did you see? or is that too private?
Thank you and your welcome. I think one of the easiest things in life is to show respect for other people's opinions, easier than getting yourself worked up about something you disagree with.
I don't think its selfish to want to be acknowledged for the things you have done. The important thing in my opinion is that one should not let that need of acknowledgment drive him/her.
I'm interested when you mention you have died and come back and you have seen what follows after this life... what did you see? or is that too private?
i was in surgery for a brain aneurysm. the aneurysm broke and they clamped my corraded arteries to stop the blood flow to the brain. i floated above my body and saw the main surgeon had a stripe of blood from his mid chest to the top of his head. i wanted to find my family and somehow i did. waiting in a room i've never seen. i then realized that i wasn't a good person and i've never told anyone i loved them. with death comes knowledge and i knew then that you take the love with you. i started feeling like i was fading away so i went to find my body. when i found the O.R.; it felt like i shot into my body.
the doctor confirmed the stripe of blood from when the aneurysm burst; and i was able to describe the room; where my family members were sitting; and what they were doing.
it wasn't a religious experience but it was wonderful. i look forward to death now.
i've opened myself to ridicule but i felt the question was in line with the topic. i don't mind sharing. especially if it helps someone get peace of mind from it. i'll gladly fax my surgical report to back my story. most doctors can't believe i'm alive and in kingman (hospital and doctors); i'm known as the miracle patient.
i can't say there's a heaven but i know there's life after death.
i was in surgery for a brain aneurysm. the aneurysm broke and they clamped my corraded arteries to stop the blood flow to the brain. i floated above my body and saw the main surgeon had a stripe of blood from his mid chest to the top of his head. i wanted to find my family and somehow i did. waiting in a room i've never seen. i then realized that i wasn't a good person and i've never told anyone i loved them. with death comes knowledge and i knew then that you take the love with you. i started feeling like i was fading away so i went to find my body. when i found the O.R.; it felt like i shot into my body.
the doctor confirmed the stripe of blood from when the aneurysm burst; and i was able to describe the room; where my family members were sitting; and what they were doing.
it wasn't a religious experience but it was wonderful. i look forward to death now.
i've opened myself to ridicule but i felt the question was in line with the topic. i don't mind sharing. especially if it helps someone get peace of mind from it. i'll gladly fax my surgical report to back my story. most doctors can't believe i'm alive and in kingman (hospital and doctors); i'm known as the miracle patient.
i can't say there's a heaven but i know there's life after death.
Thats interesting. You didn't open yourself to ridicule because many people have written about "out-of-body experiences" and in your case "near death experiences". So there are a lot of people that share your beliefs and apparently out-of-body experiences are more common than what people initially believed.
"Such conclusions present themselves even more forcefully to the minds of those who have undergone a 'near-death experience' (NDE). It is not uncommon for persons who have been to the brink of death and returned -- following, say, a heart stoppage or serious injuries from an accident -- to report an experience (commonly of a great vividness and impressiveness) as of leaving their bodies, and traveling (often in a duplicate body) to the border of a new and wonderful realm. Reports suggest that the conscious self's awareness outside the body is not only unimpaired but enhanced: events which occurred during the period of unconsciousness are described in accurate detail and confirmed by those present. The subject sometimes 'hears' the doctor pronouncing him dead when he feels intensely alive and free from physical pain, and finds himself returning unwillingly to the constrictions of the physical body. If OBEs show the capacity of the conscious self to have experiences and perceptions outside the physical body, near-death experiences seem to suggest that this capacity still obtains when the physical body is totally unconscious."
she knows you leave them. don't stop. she'd know if you threw flowers in the ocean for her. you don't have to be in a cemetery but that's your place of comfort. and we must find comfort where we can.
i'll keep your grandmother in my thoughts.
Thanks. I would like to think that where ever she is she knows that I still remember her and treasure the time we spent together.
"When one gets in bed with government, one must expect the diseases it spreads." - Ron Paul
Thats interesting. You didn't open yourself to ridicule because many people have written about "out-of-body experiences" and in your case "near death experiences". So there are a lot of people that share your beliefs and apparently out-of-body experiences are more common than what people initially believed.
"Such conclusions present themselves even more forcefully to the minds of those who have undergone a 'near-death experience' (NDE). It is not uncommon for persons who have been to the brink of death and returned -- following, say, a heart stoppage or serious injuries from an accident -- to report an experience (commonly of a great vividness and impressiveness) as of leaving their bodies, and traveling (often in a duplicate body) to the border of a new and wonderful realm. Reports suggest that the conscious self's awareness outside the body is not only unimpaired but enhanced: events which occurred during the period of unconsciousness are described in accurate detail and confirmed by those present. The subject sometimes 'hears' the doctor pronouncing him dead when he feels intensely alive and free from physical pain, and finds himself returning unwillingly to the constrictions of the physical body. If OBEs show the capacity of the conscious self to have experiences and perceptions outside the physical body, near-death experiences seem to suggest that this capacity still obtains when the physical body is totally unconscious."
i think most people imagine what they expect death to be like. i would say that those people were not legally brain dead and their minds were still working. i didn't see or feel what i expected. i was raised roman catholic. part of the knowledge i brought back was that man had corrupted the church and what they preach was wrong. i didn't have a body; i was like a small cloud. the blood to my brain was stopped for about 20 minutes. my prognosis was that i'd never come out of the coma IF i survived. my parents were told to find a convelesent home which they did.
these are the reasons i don't put myself in that catagory. i had different circumstances. i didn't see what i expected. my test for people who say they had a near death experience is flying. it felt so cool to be able to fly. i don't hear many people say that. so i dismiss their experience as brain activity during a traumatic experience. like i had when i was in the coma. the experiences are completely different. i think i'm lucky to have experienced both.
I don't really want to be buried in a cemetery, but to me, it's up to my loved ones to decide. I've never been one to visit graves and feel a connection that way to people that I've lost, but if my family wants somewhere to go to do that after I am gone, then I respect that.... If they want to cremate me and spread my ashes in the ocean or somewhere special, they I respect that as well.
I will be gone on to where ever it is I will go (if we even go anywhere after we die), and my family can do with me whatever helps them grieve and remember me.
My whole life
was like a picture
of a sunny day
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
Thanks for the kind sentiments guys. The one very positive thing aside form making me stronger minded in a lot of different ways, is that it really opened up my perceptions to what really matters in life.
be well.
Progress is not made by everyone joining some new fad,
and reveling in it's loyalty. It's made by forming coalitions
over specific principles, goals, and policies.
I don't really want to be buried in a cemetery, but to me, it's up to my loved ones to decide. I've never been one to visit graves and feel a connection that way to people that I've lost, but if my family wants somewhere to go to do that after I am gone, then I respect that.... If they want to cremate me and spread my ashes in the ocean or somewhere special, they I respect that as well.
I will be gone on to where ever it is I will go (if we even go anywhere after we die), and my family can do with me whatever helps them grieve and remember me.
i suspect you're very young. everyone i know that's over say 40; already have their burial plans in place. i don't think it's fair to make your loved ones go through the arrangements while they are mourning your death. mourning is an important part of death so i don't want to put extra stress or burden on them.
that's just my opinion though. i'm building my own grave and i don't expect family to visit it. except those who live on the property. tourists will see my grave when they visit the historical site.
Thanks for the kind sentiments guys. The one very positive thing aside form making me stronger minded in a lot of different ways, is that it really opened up my perceptions to what really matters in life.
be well.
i hope i helped in some way roland. you're a good man and if you need something; all you have to do is ask.
i suspect you're very young. everyone i know that's over say 40; already have their burial plans in place. i don't think it's fair to make your loved ones go through the arrangements while they are mourning your death. mourning is an important part of death so i don't want to put extra stress or burden on them.
that's just my opinion though. i'm building my own grave and i don't expect family to visit it. except those who live on the property. tourists will see my grave when they visit the historical site.
I'm 33, and where we are living now is not where we want to end up permanently, so buying plots at this point doesn't make much sense to us. My wife and I have had the conversation, and we each know our thoughts on it, but I am sure that when we get older we will spell it out more clearly in our will.
My whole life
was like a picture
of a sunny day
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
I'm 33, and where we are living now is not where we want to end up permanently, so buying plots at this point doesn't make much sense to us. My wife and I have had the conversation, and we each know our thoughts on it, but I am sure that when we get older we will spell it out more clearly in our will.
that's what i suspect. i got with the program when my grandmother died. before my grandfather retired; i spent more time with her than he did. i'm glad she had everything taken care of. the devastation of her death made it impossable to deal with almost anything.
What a strange trip it's been! Are you Neil Young? A tribute to the Grateful Dead era and a brain aneurysm operation. Oh! I forgot to mention, that you survived.
Physicality is only the partial part of our being. Thoughtforms and will of Spirit complete/redirect our journey.
I believe in miracles, and you and me, and everyone in between. We are so much more than our bodies.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's Soul remains Unawakened.
Anatole France
What a strange trip it's been! Are you Neil Young? A tribute to the Grateful Dead era and a brain aneurysm operation. Oh! I forgot to mention, that you survived.
Physicality is only the partial part of our being. Thoughtforms and will of Spirit complete/redirect our journey.
I believe in miracles, and you and me, and everyone in between. We are so much more than our bodies.
and i believe you are right. our bodies are only vehicles which serve us in this life.
my "what a long strange trip it's been" is to express all the things that have happened to me. i've had to start over several times. my aneurysm caused me to lose my airplane; i had to change careers; i had a recording contract i couldn't fulfill so the band name and all the songs are the property of the record company; a few years later my wife had a child by my sisters husband; after a year long, ugly divorce i had to start over again. i then had a gf who robbed me blind and moved out when i wasn't home and took everything. the cops said it was a civil matter and the judge wanted receipts for everything i owned. once again i had to start over. then my ex-wife tried to run me over with her car. that caused me to have seizures. naturally she wasn't insured and lived off the child support i sent so i couldn't sue. i couldn't work because of the seizures so i started over again. that's when i moved out west. when kids were removed from her home by CPS because of abuse; i got them but never got a penny of support. once the kids were raised i decided to follow my childhood dream of owning a ranch and raising buffalo so i started over again.
so it's not a tribute; it's just been a long strange trip.
That's a long strange trip so far..And the adult years. You haven't mentioned your childhood. I can sympathize with your fondness and loss of a grandparent. For me it was my Grandfather who passed over 1o years ago. I think of life quite differently since that event.
He was my anchor from afar, a compassionate and gentle man, a constant force of nature amongst turbulence and chaos (family, extended family members and energy sucking entities, one stumbles across from time to time)
Tragedy can also redirect your thoughtprocess and will to live.
I have had my share of that as well.
But this is a thread about cemetaries. I pass a cemetary everyday by foot.The season's are especially breathtaking to take in near a cemetary. I have always associated cemetaries with nature, color , raccoons living in huge 100 year old oak trees, raising their families, black cats or stray cats
and my favorite Stone Angels.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's Soul remains Unawakened.
Anatole France
That's a long strange trip so far..And the adult years. You haven't mentioned your childhood. I can sympathize with your fondness and loss of a grandparent. For me it was my Grandfather who passed over 1o years ago. I think of life quite differently since that event.
He was my anchor from afar, a compassionate and gentle man, a constant force of nature amongst turbulence and chaos (family, extended family members and energy sucking entities, one stumbles across from time to time)
Tragedy can also redirect your thoughtprocess and will to live.
I have had my share of that as well.
But this is a thread about cemetaries. I pass a cemetary everyday by foot.The season's are especially breathtaking to take in near a cemetary. I have always associated cemetaries with nature, color , raccoons living in huge 100 year old oak trees, raising their families, black cats or stray cats
and my favorite Stone Angels.
don't get me started on childhood. my parents had parties every saturday; and sunday my dad had 2 teles and a radio all tuned to football. we were pushed off but since i was the only boy; i got to stay with grand. that's why we were so close. she'd go fishing with me and all sorts of things you wouldn't expect from a grandmother.
i think we're still on topic. i like the stone angels and the occational gargoyl.
Gargoyles are always divine. Yeah , my Granddad took me strawberry & raspberry picking,and I helped him pick potatoes, check his rabbit traps(holds her breath), fetch water from the well, and pick hazelnuts(when they were ready). Fond childhood memories.
I bet your Grand was a fabulous at fishing. My brother's girlfriend is part Newfoundlander/MicMac native Canadian. I have never seen anyone catch and release Mackerrel quite as good as her. She always fishes by the Moontime too.And tide time for saltwater fish.
This is where our loved ones reside now. In our hearts and memories.
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's Soul remains Unawakened.
Anatole France
This thread was meant to be about cemeteries but also about the experiences that come with death and dealing with the death of a loved one.. so as the thread starter I assure you you can talk about whatever experiences you like. I'll even update the first message if it makes you feel better!
and i believe you are right. our bodies are only vehicles which serve us in this life.
my "what a long strange trip it's been" is to express all the things that have happened to me. i've had to start over several times. my aneurysm caused me to lose my airplane; i had to change careers; i had a recording contract i couldn't fulfill so the band name and all the songs are the property of the record company; a few years later my wife had a child by my sisters husband; after a year long, ugly divorce i had to start over again. i then had a gf who robbed me blind and moved out when i wasn't home and took everything. the cops said it was a civil matter and the judge wanted receipts for everything i owned. once again i had to start over. then my ex-wife tried to run me over with her car. that caused me to have seizures. naturally she wasn't insured and lived off the child support i sent so i couldn't sue. i couldn't work because of the seizures so i started over again. that's when i moved out west. when kids were removed from her home by CPS because of abuse; i got them but never got a penny of support. once the kids were raised i decided to follow my childhood dream of owning a ranch and raising buffalo so i started over again.
so it's not a tribute; it's just been a long strange trip.
Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through all that. Although if those events in life pushed you to pursue your childhood dream then they can be worth it.
and i believe you are right. our bodies are only vehicles which serve us in this life.
my "what a long strange trip it's been" is to express all the things that have happened to me. i've had to start over several times. my aneurysm caused me to lose my airplane; i had to change careers; i had a recording contract i couldn't fulfill so the band name and all the songs are the property of the record company; a few years later my wife had a child by my sisters husband; after a year long, ugly divorce i had to start over again. i then had a gf who robbed me blind and moved out when i wasn't home and took everything. the cops said it was a civil matter and the judge wanted receipts for everything i owned. once again i had to start over. then my ex-wife tried to run me over with her car. that caused me to have seizures. naturally she wasn't insured and lived off the child support i sent so i couldn't sue. i couldn't work because of the seizures so i started over again. that's when i moved out west. when kids were removed from her home by CPS because of abuse; i got them but never got a penny of support. once the kids were raised i decided to follow my childhood dream of owning a ranch and raising buffalo so i started over again.
so it's not a tribute; it's just been a long strange trip.
Damn after reading that I am never going to complain about a shitty day at work again.
"When one gets in bed with government, one must expect the diseases it spreads." - Ron Paul
Damn after reading that I am never going to complain about a shitty day at work again.
the story has a happy ending. the way i see it; each day we're dealt a hand of cards. we're then judged by how we play that hand. bad times taught me to be a better person. if that's what it took; then so be it.
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my burial plot is already on the historical registry. it was the site of a pony express stagecoach stop. i'm restoring the stage stop and opening it to the public as a museum. the state will provide me with a better historical marker when i'm done.
i had the site registered as a family burial plot. it's quite easy to do.
you don't want to be burried in an unmarked grave. for almost 30 years of my life i had something bothering me. something that always ate away at me in the back of my head. after finding out i was burried in an unmarked grave in a past life; i came to terms with it. that person does have a grave; but it's empty. marked like he's there; but empty.
maybe you don't believe in past lives and maybe i'm just a nutter when it comes to this. respect yourself and what you've done here on earth by having your grave marked. you're a good person and should be recognized both in life and in death.
she knows you leave them. don't stop. she'd know if you threw flowers in the ocean for her. you don't have to be in a cemetery but that's your place of comfort. and we must find comfort where we can.
i'll keep your grandmother in my thoughts.
I understand where you are coming from and I respect your beliefs regarding past lives, but for me I feel there are two ways I should be remembered by 1) the people who know me 2) what I've accomplished in my life (i.e. papers I've published, my PhD thesis, so on..). A grave is just an object for me.
and i respect your views. to be honest; i'm selfish and want to be acknowledged for my accomplishments that are not acknowledged now. people have taken my research and put their own names on it. i can't do anything about it so i let it go. that's just one example but i need that recognition. even if it has to be in death. i originally wanted my ashes spread accross my ranch; but my selfishness changed those plans.
thank you for the reasonable and informative conversation. i'm not used to expressing my views without being attacked. this was quite pleasant for me.
Thank you and your welcome. I think one of the easiest things in life is to show respect for other people's opinions, easier than getting yourself worked up about something you disagree with.
I don't think its selfish to want to be acknowledged for the things you have done. The important thing in my opinion is that one should not let that need of acknowledgment drive him/her.
I'm interested when you mention you have died and come back and you have seen what follows after this life... what did you see? or is that too private?
i was in surgery for a brain aneurysm. the aneurysm broke and they clamped my corraded arteries to stop the blood flow to the brain. i floated above my body and saw the main surgeon had a stripe of blood from his mid chest to the top of his head. i wanted to find my family and somehow i did. waiting in a room i've never seen. i then realized that i wasn't a good person and i've never told anyone i loved them. with death comes knowledge and i knew then that you take the love with you. i started feeling like i was fading away so i went to find my body. when i found the O.R.; it felt like i shot into my body.
the doctor confirmed the stripe of blood from when the aneurysm burst; and i was able to describe the room; where my family members were sitting; and what they were doing.
it wasn't a religious experience but it was wonderful. i look forward to death now.
i've opened myself to ridicule but i felt the question was in line with the topic. i don't mind sharing. especially if it helps someone get peace of mind from it. i'll gladly fax my surgical report to back my story. most doctors can't believe i'm alive and in kingman (hospital and doctors); i'm known as the miracle patient.
i can't say there's a heaven but i know there's life after death.
Thats interesting. You didn't open yourself to ridicule because many people have written about "out-of-body experiences" and in your case "near death experiences". So there are a lot of people that share your beliefs and apparently out-of-body experiences are more common than what people initially believed.
http://www.web-us.com/oobe/oobe.htm#Introduction
"Such conclusions present themselves even more forcefully to the minds of those who have undergone a 'near-death experience' (NDE). It is not uncommon for persons who have been to the brink of death and returned -- following, say, a heart stoppage or serious injuries from an accident -- to report an experience (commonly of a great vividness and impressiveness) as of leaving their bodies, and traveling (often in a duplicate body) to the border of a new and wonderful realm. Reports suggest that the conscious self's awareness outside the body is not only unimpaired but enhanced: events which occurred during the period of unconsciousness are described in accurate detail and confirmed by those present. The subject sometimes 'hears' the doctor pronouncing him dead when he feels intensely alive and free from physical pain, and finds himself returning unwillingly to the constrictions of the physical body. If OBEs show the capacity of the conscious self to have experiences and perceptions outside the physical body, near-death experiences seem to suggest that this capacity still obtains when the physical body is totally unconscious."
Thanks. I would like to think that where ever she is she knows that I still remember her and treasure the time we spent together.
i think most people imagine what they expect death to be like. i would say that those people were not legally brain dead and their minds were still working. i didn't see or feel what i expected. i was raised roman catholic. part of the knowledge i brought back was that man had corrupted the church and what they preach was wrong. i didn't have a body; i was like a small cloud. the blood to my brain was stopped for about 20 minutes. my prognosis was that i'd never come out of the coma IF i survived. my parents were told to find a convelesent home which they did.
these are the reasons i don't put myself in that catagory. i had different circumstances. i didn't see what i expected. my test for people who say they had a near death experience is flying. it felt so cool to be able to fly. i don't hear many people say that. so i dismiss their experience as brain activity during a traumatic experience. like i had when i was in the coma. the experiences are completely different. i think i'm lucky to have experienced both.
I will be gone on to where ever it is I will go (if we even go anywhere after we die), and my family can do with me whatever helps them grieve and remember me.
was like a picture
of a sunny day
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
be well.
and reveling in it's loyalty. It's made by forming coalitions
over specific principles, goals, and policies.
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i suspect you're very young. everyone i know that's over say 40; already have their burial plans in place. i don't think it's fair to make your loved ones go through the arrangements while they are mourning your death. mourning is an important part of death so i don't want to put extra stress or burden on them.
that's just my opinion though. i'm building my own grave and i don't expect family to visit it. except those who live on the property. tourists will see my grave when they visit the historical site.
i hope i helped in some way roland. you're a good man and if you need something; all you have to do is ask.
I'm 33, and where we are living now is not where we want to end up permanently, so buying plots at this point doesn't make much sense to us. My wife and I have had the conversation, and we each know our thoughts on it, but I am sure that when we get older we will spell it out more clearly in our will.
was like a picture
of a sunny day
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
that's what i suspect. i got with the program when my grandmother died. before my grandfather retired; i spent more time with her than he did. i'm glad she had everything taken care of. the devastation of her death made it impossable to deal with almost anything.
ps; you are young.
Physicality is only the partial part of our being. Thoughtforms and will of Spirit complete/redirect our journey.
I believe in miracles, and you and me, and everyone in between. We are so much more than our bodies.
Anatole France
and i believe you are right. our bodies are only vehicles which serve us in this life.
my "what a long strange trip it's been" is to express all the things that have happened to me. i've had to start over several times. my aneurysm caused me to lose my airplane; i had to change careers; i had a recording contract i couldn't fulfill so the band name and all the songs are the property of the record company; a few years later my wife had a child by my sisters husband; after a year long, ugly divorce i had to start over again. i then had a gf who robbed me blind and moved out when i wasn't home and took everything. the cops said it was a civil matter and the judge wanted receipts for everything i owned. once again i had to start over. then my ex-wife tried to run me over with her car. that caused me to have seizures. naturally she wasn't insured and lived off the child support i sent so i couldn't sue. i couldn't work because of the seizures so i started over again. that's when i moved out west. when kids were removed from her home by CPS because of abuse; i got them but never got a penny of support. once the kids were raised i decided to follow my childhood dream of owning a ranch and raising buffalo so i started over again.
so it's not a tribute; it's just been a long strange trip.
He was my anchor from afar, a compassionate and gentle man, a constant force of nature amongst turbulence and chaos (family, extended family members and energy sucking entities, one stumbles across from time to time)
Tragedy can also redirect your thoughtprocess and will to live.
I have had my share of that as well.
But this is a thread about cemetaries. I pass a cemetary everyday by foot.The season's are especially breathtaking to take in near a cemetary. I have always associated cemetaries with nature, color , raccoons living in huge 100 year old oak trees, raising their families, black cats or stray cats
and my favorite Stone Angels.
Anatole France
don't get me started on childhood. my parents had parties every saturday; and sunday my dad had 2 teles and a radio all tuned to football. we were pushed off but since i was the only boy; i got to stay with grand. that's why we were so close. she'd go fishing with me and all sorts of things you wouldn't expect from a grandmother.
i think we're still on topic. i like the stone angels and the occational gargoyl.
I bet your Grand was a fabulous at fishing. My brother's girlfriend is part Newfoundlander/MicMac native Canadian. I have never seen anyone catch and release Mackerrel quite as good as her. She always fishes by the Moontime too.And tide time for saltwater fish.
This is where our loved ones reside now. In our hearts and memories.
Anatole France
Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through all that. Although if those events in life pushed you to pursue your childhood dream then they can be worth it.
Do you feel it was worth it?
Anatole France
Damn after reading that I am never going to complain about a shitty day at work again.
But their soul does not rest in the grave..
the story has a happy ending. the way i see it; each day we're dealt a hand of cards. we're then judged by how we play that hand. bad times taught me to be a better person. if that's what it took; then so be it.