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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. |
Some may find this post a little distressing or morbid so please click away now. Some may find this sad especially if they have just lost someone recently so I warn you please click away now.
When my mother died she didn’t want to be buried, nor did she want a funeral. That was her wish. She didn’t get buried nor did we have the funeral as much as many people could not understand.
There were a number of reasons for this one: she didn’t want to be worm food, two: she didn’t want all that money wasted on a box that goes into the ground that no one will go to again, three: she didn’t want a stranger standing up talking about her as if they were long lost friends or having family or friends stand around hole to cry over her. And final she wanted to be cremated. So the night my mother died the funeral home came and took her and then about two weeks later they delivered her ashes back to me.
But what do you do with a container of ashes. Some people have plans. But all mum said to me was that she wanted to have a piece of her to go with me at all times. And if I took that at face value that would mean I would have to keep her with me and every time I moved I left a piece of her there. At first I thought I could do that but I now know that I can’t.
On her next birthday after she died we had a party for her, we celebrated her life and all that she achieved during that time. Family members got up and told a story about her in some way. Most stories were about something she had done to make us laugh or about how good she was at everything she did.
In her house I put up pictures of her through out her life. I also put out her ashes and containers for anyone to take some and have their own private goodbye. I know that she has been placed over the ocean on the way to Tasmania by my aunty who took her their on a holiday. I know that another sister planted her favourite tree and placed her with that. I know that a brother took her up to the country were he got married and had his own good bye. I also know that she has been placed in other place through out Victoria that all had meaning to her and the person. But I still have mine to dispose off.
She didn’t want to be put with dad so I couldn’t have her placed there with him. So I didn’t know where or what to do with her. I have moved 3 times since she has died and each time I have left a bit of her there. But now I am ready to dispose of her completely and for ever. It took me some time to work out what I was going to do put now I know.
I had planned for this weekend but things didn’t happen that way. I just hope it is soon.
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Posted by KP on 2009-01-11 10:22:00 | Rating: | Views: 65
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