Gandma Bev passed away earlier this morning around 2:00 AM. My dad called around 7:30 to tell me the news. He had been over to see her last night and stopped by before heading home. He said he didn't think she'd live through the weekend. My grandma was 82 and had been sick for some time. I think to say she lived a full life is a fair statement.
Death is a strange thing. It certainly makes you stop and think. My dad and uncles were trying to plan the funeral when I saw them earlier this evening. I don't think that's something you should leave to your kids. I think it's important to have that stuff in order so that you can have things the way you want and so that a burden is placed on those that you leave behind.
For me, I don't want a viewing and I want to be cremated (haven't decided if it's important what happens to my ashes). I want people to remember me for who I was in life, not in death. Additionally, I don't see any reason in being laid in the ground. Cemeteries are such an odd thing to me. I just don't get it. I can understand having a place where people go to remember me, but why a cemetery? I'm sure that statement is somehow against my religion, but I really don't care.
As I said above, no plans have been made for my grandma's funeral yet, but I choose to remember my grandma for who she was and what she meant for my family. Many a Christmas memory took place at her house. I will try to hold on to those memories over the years, but I'm certain they will fade. Many a recipe has been lost and not enough pictures and conversations were had. I look to the future with hope, but will occasionally revisit the memories of the past. May God rest your soul, Grandma.