I am now in my eighth decade of living on this earth and I know that I am at least half way to the end if not much more. At some point I will breathe my last breath as we all do. I believe that my spirit will return to God and I will not be in the shell that is left behind.
What then?
Recycling has been an important part of my life and in that philosophy I have listed myself as an organ donor for over thirty years. So what ever can be used to enhance the lives of others should be. I have reached an age when not everything is in a condition to be recycled but it can be used for research and that is OK with me.
What ever is left over should be burned and my ashes recycled into the earth to provide new nourishment for plants. If there is something of me that must be buried and forgotten it is my faults and sins. Let them rest!
If I have lived my life in such a way that you wish to remember me you should know that I have believed in paying forward. If I have blessed you remember that and bless others that cross your path. I know that which is really me will live with God forever and the memory of my life will live on in the hearts of those people whom I loved. I am at peace with that!
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Excellent. I'm an organ donor, too, and I wish what's left to be cremated also. No regrets. I just hope I left things better off than when I got here.
ReplyDeleteThank you
ReplyDeleteI had the hardest time feeling comfortable with what to do with my fur kid when he passed. We didn't own a home with property for him to be buried. I hated the thought of him being cremated but in the end that was the choice I made. His ashes are in a box on his favorite spot but the smell isn't him and the ashes make my heart hurt thinking of that process. I kept a container of his toys, his paw print and his favorite blankets. When I miss him that's how I remember him. I hold his toys, touch his paw print and carry him in my heart.
ReplyDeleteWith that being said I've opted to be cremated myself because who we are isn't the shell we leave behind in the ground. It's the living breathing being we were when we were living, that is how I want to be remembered.
I honestly don't believe that our choice in what we do with our body after death matters as much as where our soul goes. If you were kind in life you know where your soul will go.
I had the hardest time feeling comfortable with what to do with my fur kid when he passed. We didn't own a home with property for him to be buried. I hated the thought of him being cremated but in the end that was the choice I made. His ashes are in a box on his favorite spot but the smell isn't him and the ashes make my heart hurt thinking of that process. I kept a container of his toys, his paw print and his favorite blankets. When I miss him that's how I remember him. I hold his toys, touch his paw print and carry him in my heart.
ReplyDeleteWith that being said I've opted to be cremated myself because who we are isn't the shell we leave behind in the ground. It's the living breathing being we were when we were living, that is how I want to be remembered.
I honestly don't believe that our choice in what we do with our body after death matters as much as where our soul goes. If you were kind in life you know where your soul will go.