Oh, she did enjoy a good party, Sally!
Composter
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DH met me at the beginning of this current gardening swing. He had always dreaded the thought of the last rites and the Irish-Catholic wake and funeral mass, and had always planned on being dumped on a garbage scow on Staten Island (?). When we met, and were middle aged and in love, we decided that we would both be cremated and mixed together, then sprinkled in the garden. (Assumes that some child or the other would do this for us.) More and more and more leaves around in YARD WASTE BAGS for the town to take away - must find out what they do with them! They won't all fit in our compostumbler!
xx, Carrie
Well, I can bet that *one* of the reasons you've been hesitating, Wrightie, is the thoughts that you might move. Perhaps you could take Mumsy and plant some beautiful chrysanthemums in a place where they'll stay and always be enjoyed - I'm thinking a community garden, a healing garden at a local hospital... I bet your area has a ton of places, parks and such, at least until you're a bit more firmly planted?
Pagan, not to go even MORE totally off topic, but I noticed you using asterix, as in *one*. Do you not know how to use bold, italics and underline? There are a few other useless useful features that I'm not too familiar with yet, but I use those three ALL the time. xx, C
Yeah, PC ... show us just how TechSavvy you are!
Good point about moving, but methinks that there is plenty of her to go around. I'll take her with me. LOL In my gut, I think I just want my garden to be "prettier" before I scatter her about. Besides, as she told me before she died, she will live inside me always, so she will be with me regardless of where I am. I'm a big believer in following one's intuition. When the time is right, I'll do it. ... and then I'll come back here and let you all know. :~)
I agree that you have to follow your intuition or heart on this. And those we love are indeed with us where ever we go. My 4 year old grandson recently picked a flower and walked around holding it to his chest for hours. I asked him if he wanted to put it in a vase and he said no. Later I asked him if he wanted a fresher flower since that one was wilting. His answer was " no thank you, Troller likes this one" Troller was his pet rabbit that had dies a month before. I asked him what he meant and he told me that Troller is in his heart now and he liked that flower. He held that flower on his chest until he fell asleep with it.
I guess it was his way of feeling close to Troller for a while and it comforted him to share the flower with him that way.
Zany, what a sweet sweet story. Often your posts make me laugh, this one made my eyes well up in tears!!
He made me teary eyed too!
Oh, this is a very comforting thread. . . because my own beloved father died two years ago this coming December, and since then I have had a special box with his ashes in it--not knowing where, and when, I should deal with it.
I appreciate wrightie's desire to do something pretty for her mom. I'd like to do the same; however my father was not at all interested in flowers or in any kind of gardening. Maybe growing up on a farm in the Dust Bowl in the Thirties had something to do with this. I always thought he became a surgeon to distance himself from being in any way dependent on the land.
But he was a healer. Suddenly I am seeing a herb garden that I could create in his memory, and his ashes could be returned to the earth to nurture it.
Yea, Soil and Composting!!
Mmm - that's perfect, Cape... wherever you decide, I'm sure he'd love to be close to you.
Beautiful Pagan... will you print those up for me? Just kidding! xx, Carrie
Cape,I think an herb garden sounds perfect for a Dr.and it would give you that special place to feel close to him still.
That is something an actual grave site does. It gives the living a place to go to feel they are still nearby. An Herb garden, a special flower bed,a tree,a favorite place, anyplace that helps you to keep that connection between you.
The special thing about ashes is that they can be used for this when and where you decide allowing each person to arrive at the best and most comforting solution for them.
