Have you ever wondered how many people would attend your funeral? How many would care to come to the family visitation or the wake? How many would cry at your graveside?
Every once in a while, when I am feeling depressed, I wonder how many people would even come? I guess I'm feeling morbid today. We went to the Florida National Cemetery yesterday to take my sister-in-law to visit her husband's gravesite. She is moving to Missouri and might not ever be back again, until she is buried with him. It is a beautiful cemetery, only been open a few years, sweeping vistas with old oaks and green grass, several circular drives and walking trails with benches. There are four open pavilions where they hold the services, a columbarium, and right now, about four thousand white headstones. In the non-columbarium cremains burial area, there are several hundred beautiful plaques set into the grass. "Always forever" "Proudly served" "My Angel" "Semper Fi" "Fair winds and Following Seas" I don't do cemeteries well, and cried most of the time.
So will you have a happy cheerful celebration of your life or will there only be a handful of paid mourners?


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My priority is family, friends and giving back to my community, making the world a better place as best I can, whether that is making someone laugh, cheering up my son or loving my husband more deeply. I don't care if I have a handful of mourners as long as they really loved me.