Mom has always hushed us up if we dare address the topic. Once, in front of her, I said something about the topic to my children who were in their early teens. 'No', says Ma, 'don't say that in front of the children.
The family secret, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE. There it's out. Now deal with it! How can anyone with all candor say they know about this one, it is a misconception of grand proportions, a biggie for sure. We're all heading there, wherever there is. Yes, all of us. Many of us from our generation are in denial about this well proven fact of life-or death. Charles from Chicago expounds, 'each time a relative or acquaintance dies, I swear I will address my own mortality, and speak to my adult children concerning my burial, although the kids have some squeamishness about death issues.
At a 60 year reunion, some alums spoke of writing or having written their obits. This leaves much room for creativity and can be a fun activity.
We need not delay these dicey hard to face arrangement for the last minute, til our dying breath. The decisions for where when how and why-not why, or when for that matter, must come from me along. My children have balked at some of my death thoughts, but after all is said and done, they reserve the right to do 'what in the hell they want'. WHAT? AM I TO COMPLAIN? I think not. Might not be such a good idea to mention hell and death in the same breath.
So, folks, what are your plans? They are certainly subject to change, put them on paper before there is no subject to change.
I am putting it all out there for public consumption. Feast on it.
