Very well done Gail. My Father asked not to be buried, long before he passed away. He wanted to return to ash and be scattered to the wind. "Ashes to ashes and Dust to dust.
i believe it was much better way back when to just wrap the body and bury or just a simple wooden box to go back to dust. now they make us use concrete vaults and big caskets.. this is really good Gail and i got it right away
February 25, 2015 at 6:38 AM
Anonymous said...
Nicely done and reflects our attitude to death here Under The Porch Light.
i can attest to my dogs (and the coyotes) digging up quite a few buried animals around here (horses, mules). mine have been buried deep with a ground mound over them. :)
For me I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread in the woods . Lovely written . Death is not the end just a begin to the after life . Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !
Simply an other- I agree! Funny how words play such an impressive role in our thought patterns! I nearly missed this tasty nugget. Burial is one of those words that give me pause, to read or not to read, that is the question! See it's what happens when you grow up in a world of Dr. Seuss, The Wizard of Oz and Mary Poppins.
February 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM
Anonymous said...
Great poem, Gail. It speaks of the very core of human fear, tradition, and life and death. I have heard about the bell before. My grandmother told me how people used to do that sort of thing.
I think that is a common fear with a lot of people. I saw a documentary about being buried alive and it was horrific - and this was recently, not in 1800 or something. Lynne x
There are laws to regulate the final days. But at least it gives leeway for individuals to state their preferences on how best to leave this world! That is good enough! Thoughtful write Gail!
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Close this window Jump to comment formVery well done Gail. My Father asked not to be buried, long before he passed away. He wanted to return to ash and be scattered to the wind. "Ashes to ashes and Dust to dust.
February 25, 2015 at 6:25 AM
Wow that was hugely moving and powerful.
February 25, 2015 at 6:34 AM
i believe it was much better way back when to just wrap the body and bury or just a simple wooden box to go back to dust. now they make us use concrete vaults and big caskets.. this is really good Gail and i got it right away
February 25, 2015 at 6:38 AM
Nicely done and reflects our attitude to death here Under The Porch Light.
February 25, 2015 at 6:39 AM
Nice touch about placing a bell in his hand.
It's not an ending but a beginning of a new journey.
February 25, 2015 at 6:43 AM
This is a beautiful poem. LOVE the closing lines...
February 25, 2015 at 7:52 AM
I'm with Alex..like the idea of the bell. I'll be cremated and scattered to the wind.
February 25, 2015 at 8:16 AM
i can attest to my dogs (and the coyotes) digging up quite a few buried animals around here (horses, mules). mine have been buried deep with a ground mound over them. :)
February 25, 2015 at 9:45 AM
Very touching!
February 25, 2015 at 10:08 AM
Very touching!
February 25, 2015 at 10:08 AM
For me I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread in the woods . Lovely written . Death is not the end just a begin to the after life . Thanks for sharing , Have a good day !
February 25, 2015 at 10:08 AM
Really well done, Gail!
February 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM
Simply an other- I agree! Funny how words play such an impressive role in our thought patterns! I nearly missed this tasty nugget. Burial is one of those words that give me pause, to read or not to read, that is the question! See it's what happens when you grow up in a world of Dr. Seuss, The Wizard of Oz and Mary Poppins.
February 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM
Great poem, Gail. It speaks of the very core of human fear, tradition, and life and death. I have heard about the bell before. My grandmother told me how people used to do that sort of thing.
February 25, 2015 at 11:36 AM
Very well stated! I told my daughter I wanted to be tossed out in the desert. But I would settle for ashes.
A new beginning...just so.
February 25, 2015 at 12:39 PM
I think that is a common fear with a lot of people. I saw a documentary about being buried alive and it was horrific - and this was recently, not in 1800 or something.
Lynne x
February 25, 2015 at 1:22 PM
There are laws to regulate the final days. But at least it gives leeway for individuals to state their preferences on how best to leave this world! That is good enough! Thoughtful write Gail!
Hank
February 25, 2015 at 7:38 PM
I think you are right....death IS not an ending. We definitely don't know what it is, but I try to think in a positive way.
February 25, 2015 at 8:42 PM
The lines about your father are especially striking. Thanks. k. (Manicddaily)
February 26, 2015 at 6:08 AM
This could be a book, Gail. And those last two lines... fantastic!
February 26, 2015 at 11:00 AM