31. How do You Wish To Be Buried?

~Magickal Graphics~ Happy Halloween and I hope everyone has a blessed Samhain! I thought I'd talk today about how you wish to be buried once you reach your final end. I know death isn't often a topic people wish to discuss. I know I don't want to dwell on it. But all must come to an end, and that end is smoother sailing for our relatives if there is a plan made. I admit, I don't have a will. And I'm not sure my husband has any idea what I really want. But now that I'm publishing it here, its certainly going to be available for all to read just in case.

I use to say I didn't want to be cremated. I mean witch equals big burning fire! Hello? Didn't my ancestor get similar treatment? OK well bad example, she was hung. But somehow burning my body had less appeal. But then I thought about it some more.

Cremation has a long history. Historians believe it started approximately 3000 B.C in Europe.**Source It was only with the early Christians that we begin to see burials become popular.

So here is how I want my burial to go. When I die, I do want to be cremated. But I do not want an elaborate urn or a big funeral. I want those people who mattered most to me to scatter my ashes to the 4 winds and 4 elements. Keeping only a small vial of ashes for each person to carry with them as the 5th Spirit element. I'll leave my family to decide exactly where to scatter my ashes. But I would like them to visit a different state for each direction.

• In the North, Somewhere in Ohio. My ashes should be mixed with Earth and left in the corn fields my husband all too often teases me for loving so much.
•  East can be somewhere on the East Coast. My ashes should be mixed with sea water. Because in life I may not be able to visit the sea, but in spirit I will visit often.
•  West, well I won't make them go to the coast, but as far west as they'd like to go. Just reach a high point, and let air carry me away.
•  South, my old Kentucky Home. Build a fire somewhere in the woods with my ashes. Roast some marshmallows, and hear me laugh and dance around the fire.

And I have a poem I'd like them to read aloud.

Do Not Stand at my Grave

Do not stand at my brave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on a ripened grain,

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning rush,

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

This is apart of 31 days of Samhain

 

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