I may catch some flack for this one, but here it goes anyway.
It’s decoration time here in the south. It’s where people put flowers on graves, clean up cemeteries, and if you’re a good Southern Baptist, you eat! I’m not sure what the history of decoration is, so if anyone knows please enlighten me.
I personally have never, other than when someone first died, put flowers on a grave, and I don’t have any intentions of ever doing so. I know, I know! Before anyone thinks I’m horrible, let me explain.
I have quite a few relatives who have passed away, our daughter being one of them. I don’t go visit her grave, or anyone else’s for that matter. They’re not there. I don’t think bad of anyone who visits gravesides, or puts flowers on graves. People grieve differently, I hope I’m never guilty of judging how someone goes through their grieving process. It’s just a tradition I choose not to participate in.
Steve and I were in our early twenties when our daughter Averie passed. Had we known then what we know now, we most likely would’ve had her cremated. Then the flower deal wouldn’t even be an issue. Back then, I could’ve never wrapped my mind around that concept.
For me, it just seems like a waste of money. I’ve given my close family and friends strict instructions to have me cremated. I’ve always preferred extra crispy over original recipe anyway. And there’d better not be flowers at my celebration of life! Which is what I want instead of a boring old funeral. Steve knows even now, I’d rather him hand me a wad of money any day, as opposed to buying me flowers. Shoot, when I’m gone, I’ll be rejoicing! And any of my loved ones that happen to still be here had better be doing the same.
No somber songs, nothing like that. I want upbeat music. I want people telling funny stories. I want people to be eating. I want people to have a party! Should I be so old that none of my friends can remember funny stories about me? Then just sit around and gum tapioca pudding and make stuff up.
Even though I didn’t get to know Averie very well, I loved her very much and think about her often. I’ve always thought that she would’ve been the perfect combination of us. And if she’s remotely like either of us, she would probably rather me give some money to charity, or heck, buy a new outfit, as opposed to putting flowers on her grave. I’m just saying.
The other day my mom said she would put some of my ashes in a tiny bottle. I told her I appreciated that mom, but no offense, I hope you go before I do! 🙂
I’m ready at any time to go. I know who holds my future! However, I hope He lets me stay here long enough to see a few things happen that I’m hoping and praying for. I hope He still has plenty more work for me here. In the event He doesn’t? Don’t any of you buy any dang flowers! Got it?
Then, when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die,this Scripture will be fulfilled:
“Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:54-57