Rest in Paradise Memorials
I dislike funerals and memorial services with a passion and really don't know anyone who actually likes them. I don't really want either when I die but it won't be up to me. Even though I will leave my last wishes the living always have a way to not do what you want but what they want and of course the dead is dead and I assume that once you leave this earth you really don't care too much about what the living is doing.
My father died when I was 11 years old. He had a funeral. I don't remember all of the funeral. I remember sitting next to my sister who was wearing a light green dress and I was wearing a dark blue dress and my mom was all in black. We were sitting in the front row along with my grandmother, my mom's mom, and some of my aunts and uncles. I remember the coffin which was closed as they usually are and it was a simple grey color. My dad always said when he died he didn't care what he was buried in don't get anything expensive. He said a cardboard box would do just fine. He didn't want anything fancy and said don't break the bank with his funeral. My grandmother helped with the expenses and he was cremated. I don't know what happened to his remains and when I asked my mom she couldn't remember either.
I do remember his younger brother, the trouble maker of the bunch, Uncle Willie would argue, fight and fuss with all of his 9 brothers and sisters on a daily basis. I remember many times when he would come over our house complaining about which one of his brothers or sisters "done him wrong" and how he refused to ever see or talk to them again. So, Willie thew himself over the coffin at church wailing loudly and calling out my father's name. Needless to say he had to be literally pulled off of the coffin and taken out of the church. I will always remember that.
My friend died from cancer yesterday. She was one of the best people that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was kind with a loving spirit. She battled cancer for years and knew that she was not going to win. She leaves her husband, kids, and a lot of other family members behind. She and I were pregnant at the same time with our sons. Her husband is planning a memorial for her. I will be there for all the living left behind and to honor her life. RIP Allison.
My father died when I was 11 years old. He had a funeral. I don't remember all of the funeral. I remember sitting next to my sister who was wearing a light green dress and I was wearing a dark blue dress and my mom was all in black. We were sitting in the front row along with my grandmother, my mom's mom, and some of my aunts and uncles. I remember the coffin which was closed as they usually are and it was a simple grey color. My dad always said when he died he didn't care what he was buried in don't get anything expensive. He said a cardboard box would do just fine. He didn't want anything fancy and said don't break the bank with his funeral. My grandmother helped with the expenses and he was cremated. I don't know what happened to his remains and when I asked my mom she couldn't remember either.
I do remember his younger brother, the trouble maker of the bunch, Uncle Willie would argue, fight and fuss with all of his 9 brothers and sisters on a daily basis. I remember many times when he would come over our house complaining about which one of his brothers or sisters "done him wrong" and how he refused to ever see or talk to them again. So, Willie thew himself over the coffin at church wailing loudly and calling out my father's name. Needless to say he had to be literally pulled off of the coffin and taken out of the church. I will always remember that.
My friend died from cancer yesterday. She was one of the best people that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was kind with a loving spirit. She battled cancer for years and knew that she was not going to win. She leaves her husband, kids, and a lot of other family members behind. She and I were pregnant at the same time with our sons. Her husband is planning a memorial for her. I will be there for all the living left behind and to honor her life. RIP Allison.
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