As I continued to consider having Andrew buried with
us I got to thinking about how I wanted to be buried, or if I wanted to be
buried. That took me to which, of John and I would die first, and should Andrew
be buried with the first of us to die, or the second.
I posed this question to John and his first
response was the last, adding that ideally they would commingle all three of our
ashes and disperse them together. I told him of my concern that if both of us
were dead there was a decreased likelihood of our wishes being carried out. I said,
“If we are able to bear it, maybe the last of us alive should see to it that
Andrew is buried with that parent, ensuring that he be with at least one of
us”. John agreed.
I am sure that our daughters, Marnie and Eileen would honor our wishes if
they are able, but if the last of us alive sees to it, it takes the burden of
it off them. So, I guess this is what we will do.
From here, we moved to
cleaning out the refrigerator. When I suggested this to John he countered with,
“Let’s do it later”. I said, “Let’s do it now because the thought of doing it
alone overwhelms me. He agreed. As we finished, John said, “It is so much
easier doing things together than going it alone”.
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