|Putting flowers on Scott's resting place|
|The stone for Jim & Paula Hardy|
On Father's Day at COTM, they sung a song that I loved and immediately turned to Ken and said that is the song I want at my 'she is gone' service. I would love it if they sung it exactly like they sung it that Sunday, with fiddles, up-beat and emphatically. I could picture several fiddles and people getting up and dancing around. No, I am not morose, it just seems victorious and appropriate.
|My older sister: Virginia Merle Montgomery|
Now the interesting thing is that last year when Ken and I set up a living trust and a will, I was the one who came up with the decision (and Ken followed my choice) of when we die, donating our bodies to medical science. That shocked the lawyer working with us and it seems to shock our children. But I came up with that decision because I despise the financial advantage that those in the death business take on grieving loved ones. Why spend thousands of dollars preserving a body or cremating the shell or digging water proof vaults, etc. Eight thousand is considered a modest cost these days to handle a dead body. Grieving people too often spend much more. http://www.anatomicgift.com/
That just is not right. One could cruise the world with that much money...or seed a church in a heathen country or leave that money for your children and grandchildren..
It seems the group Jars Of Clay may have first sung this as that is what I could find on the Internet. But I liked COTM version much better.
When I go, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.
It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches life
Come and eat from heaven's store
Come and drink, and thirst no more.
So weep not for me my friends,
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him
Who will raise the dead again.http://nana-splace.blogspot.com/search/label/O%27Neal
|Standing by Millie's resting place|
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.