Some people find it maudlin to be talking about their own passing. We will all eventually die so why must be so sensitive on the topic?
You know, years and years before my grandma died, she already had a burial/funeral plan in effect. When my mom suddenly passed away and her plan had gone missing, we used my grandma’s plan and just got another one for her. But then she passed away even before we could pay for it so we used my dad’s plan for her. I got my dad a new plan with cremation and 3-day viewing option.
There is nothing wrong with preparing for one’s own passing. In fact, this is a very considerate move for your love ones. You need not leave them with the burden of taking care of your funeral and burial or cremation. That would be a very nice thing to do for the ones you leave behind.
Ever since I heard about cremation, I knew this is what I want for me when I pass away. I don’t want my body buried six feet under. No way! I want my family to have my body cremated and my ashes in an urn.
At first, my dad was not too keen on the idea. We are Catholics and in the beginning, the church opposed the idea of incinerating a dead body into ashes. They said that time will come when we would come back from the dead with the Lord and there would be no more bodies for us to come back to. What a silly idea! So then over time, the church probably realized that we all go back to ashes, anyway. Cremation just makes it more faster and less icky! Now, they approve it and my dad’s open to the idea.
In fact, my dad approved of my idea to get him a cremation plan. You see, my grandma died last year. She wanted to be cremated, leaving me with that request that she be cremated should she pass away. So when she did, that’s what we had done on her. It was a less painful process than when you see your love one’s casket being lowered to the ground. After we had her cremated, we went back to the house with her ashes in an urn. We still have to bring her to the vault we bought at a nearby columbary.
We did the same to the remains of my mom and my brother who died years earlier. So now they will all be inurned in the columbary by next month.
I want the same thing for me. Cremation. Sorry, worms, but I don’t ever intend for them to slowly eat my flesh.
Every little thing is possible. We only have to put our minds and hearts to it. Focus. Don’t give up. But know when to bend over and not go against the tide.
And have faith in Him, and in yourself.
Happy weekend everyone!
Have you noticed how convenient most hairstyles of older people are? Wash and wear. That’s how most haircuts are for the seniors.
I want the same kind of hair! I can’t wait to reach that age when I wouldn’t care anymore how my hair looks. I want to just trim it close to my scalp, perm it and just let it be. No one would care, anyway!
Notice how lazy I am? I just know you noticed that!
I realized that as a person grows older, he/she becomes more sensitive to sounds.
Let’s take for example myself. When I was younger, I didn’t mind loud sounds. In fact, I used to have the earphones in my ear every single day banging my favorite songs.
But these days, even the loud sound of the television irritates me. I keep reminding everyone in the house to lower the volume of the TV or the radio. I get headaches from loud sounds now.
I am sure there are older people out there who can relate to this sensitivity to loud sounds.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
You never really know when death will take you. I may be sleeping in a few hours but who knows if I will wake up tomorrow? Life is so complicated that we never know what it will deal us next. You can be the richest man today. Give or take a few years, you could be poor as a pauper. You never know. All we know is that life will go on even without us anymore. And that it is changing.
Sometimes, memories last longer than the friendship itself.
There are friends who come into your life for a season. Some for a reason. You won’t know if they will be there with you for life. Only time can tell.
I’ve had friends in the past who I thought were for keeps. Turned out they were there only for a reason. They taught me to be cautious from then on. Not to be too trusting. Not to give so much in a friendship that I never even know will last.
But some friendships are worth taking the risk. It can end abruptly but at least you had a jolly good time with the person(s). And memories last a long time anyway.