Every now and again I think about what would happen if my husband or I died while still very young. I start to think about funerals and cremation vs. burial and I was thinking of writing a post about it. I then wondered if that was too weird or depressing but now that Neil started it first I’m just going to go ahead and write.
I think that if I were to die I would want to be cremated and scattered. I don’t really care where I get scattered; into the wind, over the ocean, over grass, over a garden bed – I’m happy for my body, of which I’m longer a part, to be “pushing up daisies”. I don’t really want there to be somewhere that people can go to visit me because I’m not there. While I’m alive my body is an integral part of me, it allows me to do, and to feel and communicate with others, but the second I die I am in the running for a new body, one that doesn’t age or get sick or get fat provided by God. It’s like people going to church to be with God, he is no more there than he is here when I’m typing on my computer; maybe in days gone by he was, like in the temple in Jerusalem before the Babylonian exile, but those days are over now that Jesus has come.
I’m not sure about funerals and the like. I would want there to be some kind of recognition somehow and to give someone the chance to tell everyone that I “appreciate their sadness that they won’t be seeing me anymore but they should also be joyful that I have gone to be with God in my true home”.
Those are my two wishes in the event of my death.
