Monday, December 5, 2016
#MicroblogMondays: And in the end...
As always on these occasions, I can't help but thinking about my own funeral (hopefully many years hence...!). And I can't help but think that it's not going to be a very big one -- and that makes me sad. Families are generally a lot smaller these days than in generations past. Dh & I, of course, have no children who will survive us. We only have one sibling each; we only have the two nephews. Most of my extended family who might otherwise come to mourn me live too far away (I have more than 30 first cousins on one side of my family -- and just two on the other), and I don't have a lot of very close friends hereabouts.
I'm planning to be cremated, so I don't have to worry about rounding up enough strong young men to carry my casket. ;) I know what kind of service I want, and what music (a mixture of traditional Anglican hymns -- and The Beatles' "In My Life," lol). I know that I want a party/reception afterwards, and for people to laugh and tell stories about me while they eat & drink. I know where my mortal remains will wind up -- in a niche not far away from Katie's, which we purchased some years ago.
(The niche next to ours already has a plaque up with an inscription from Pink Floyd's song "Time" -- "The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say." As a classic rock fan, I can think of worse ways to spend eternity, lol.)
But -- who's going to eulogize me? What will they say about me? Will they have known me well enough to say the things I'd like to have said? Will they note that I WAS a mother, albeit to a baby that nobody else ever knew, except through us?
I guess if they don't, it's nobody's fault except my own.
Do you ever contemplate your own funeral?
You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here.