I brought my daughter to the boat yesterday morning. She works on Martha’s Vineyard which is an island and has to take a 45 minute boat ride every morning to get to work. The drive to the boat is about 15 minutes and I love taking her to work because it gives us a chance to talk alone for a few minutes. The bad part is I have to get up at 7:15 AM. That is early for me. I’m a night owl.
Anyway, yesterday morning, Sarah said ” I have something sort of morbid to talk about with you”. I thought maybe it was about the poor hedgehog. What she wanted to know was where I wanted to be buried. I say what? I’m not dead yet but she’s a planner and likes to prepare ahead of time. I remember having the same conversation with my father. He wanted to be cremated, no funeral, just the immediate family and be done with it. We followed his wishes to a T. The only people there were my sister and her family, my brother , me and my kids and my wasband. No religious people to say any words. My wasband was so sweet because he wrote down some things about my dad and said them as we stood around the cemetery where we would bury his ashes next to my Mom.
They are buried in a most beautiful cemetery.
Not very fancy, but that’s what he wanted though my sister and I need to go clean up the area and plant something (sorry Dad) around his grave.
Katherine Lee Bates, the woman who wrote “America the Beautiful” is buried there.
America the Beautiful – 1913
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
MY FAVORITE GRAVESTONE AT THE CEMETERY
So I told my daughter that’s where I want to be buried and I do NOT want to be cremated. I know nowadays people tend to be cremated but that’s not for me. Put me in the cheapest pine box, cardboard box, basket, I don’t care.
THIS MODEL COMES UNLINED. JUST PUT MY COMFORTER IN IT AND MY PILLOW. $895.00 UNLINED.
Just bury me in one piece because I don’t plan on going into the light right away. I might stay around a while and see things from a different perspective. I don’t want to do that as a million pieces of ash. I might do a little haunting too. I’ll be a good ghost. I promise I won’t go around scaring the bejeebus out of anyone. I’ll stay out of bathrooms and bedrooms. I don’t want to see anything weird.
You remember that movie “Ghost”?
I’ll want to learn how to move stuff. I already told Sarah if she hears something fall after I’m gone it might not be the cats who tip it off the counter, just dear old Mom having some fun in the afterlife. Do I believe in the afterlife? Hell, yea and I want to be in one piece when I arrive there.
I don’t need a funeral either. A party, yes, because I will be attending. I won’t hang around for long. Maybe just a couple of weeks and then I’ll hit the light. I don’t think fire will be at the other end. I’ve been a fairly decent person. I don’t think the devil will want me around his place.
So in 15 minutes we got it all settled. We decided which cemetery, buried in one piece next to my parents and there is room if you buy soon. We talked about whether they might have lay-a-way plans so we could purchase a spot near them before it gets filled. We discussed my hanging around and haunting for a short time, which is fine with her, as long as I don’t stay too long and discussed having a bang out partay.
I think we covered everything. She can put whatever she wants on the headstone. “Here Lies MOM” is my idea. That’s what everybody calls me. Good thing I’m losing weight. I would never have fit in that pine box at 344 pounds. I don’t plan on going in the near future which is why I’m on this health binge. I plan on staying around for quite a few more years. But when I do go I want to go MY Way.