where will you go when you die? me, i’m not rooted or connected to a place enough to want to be buried there. maybe that comes with age, loving a place enough to want to be connected to it forever. right now the only place that exists like that to me is in he tiny heart of my baby girl. i imagine it would be warm and comfortable inside. cozy even.
plus, the idea of an expensive coffin lined with silk or whatever is ridiculous to me. i’m cool with just being put directly in the ground as is. or maybe cremated. but what to do with the ashes?
some members of my family have expressed an interest in being cremated and having their ashes spread (sprinkled?) in a specific spot. when it is time i will have been the one who has already researched the “how” of spreading ashes onto land. here are two helpful tips i’ve found:
“Wherever you choose to scatter over land, you should spread the ashes in such a manner that you achieve complete dispersal so that no obvious amounts or piles of the cremated remains are evident.”
“Be mindful of the wind. As cremated ashes will adhere to clothing when dispersed, it is recommended that you keep the wind at your back and perform the dispersal downwind of any observers.”
i’m so glad that this second point was covered. because i think about these things. still, even if we (the spreaders of ashes) remained upwind, who’s to say that the wind won’t suddenly change direction and the remains of the deceased won’t cover us or fly into our mouths because they are wide open as part of our incredulous expressions? wouldn’t it be disrespectful to have to spit out bits of a family member onto the sand?
it’s this cold weather that makes me all creepy and somber like this. still, something to think about.
