Writer's Block: Left Behind
My friends and family can do what they want at my funeral. It's for them, not for me. I would like them to all suffer through listening to my favorite song, Rose by James Horner, one more time.
I want all of my organs harvested and given to people that need them. My ma can do an autopsy if she wants to get her kicks.
Then, I want to be cremated and put in a coffee can. I want some of my ashes sprinkled at Goose Rocks Beach in Maine. Then I want Chi Chi to dig a little hole in the plot in Ascutney Cemetery* (preferably near that big beautiful oak tree that I love so much, but whereever the rest of the family is going to be buried), and when no one is looking, dump my ashes out of the coffee can and into the ground. Then Chi Chi should put the soil and sod back over the hole. I don't want my ashes to be in a container of some sort because I want my body to actually go back to the soul and become part of the earth and the trees and all that stuff.
As I love gravestone and take lots of pictures of them, I really want a special gravestone. I want my gravestone to be something really beautiful and artistically done, an interesting shape, with the following on it: an angel, a star, a moon, a sun, a rose, a book, an apple. I want it to say:
Rest in Peace
Kelsey May Dangelo
Born January 7th 1982 Springfield, VT.
Died _________ , Windsor, VT.
"There is no news to be gleaned from poetry,
yet men die every day for the lack of what is found there."
It'd be nice if it said something lovely and sad from my loved ones, but that's up to them.
*It has to be that cemetery. I spent more time in that cemetery than almost anywhere else on this planet besides my house. I grew up playing and picnicing and building imaginary worlds in that cemetery. I walk four times a week in there. I love that place, the barrier between life and death, civilization and the wilderness. It's beatuiful and peaceful and I just utterly adore that cemetery. Death doesn't seem bad at all if it means sleeping there forever, becoming part of the grass and trees and animals in that place.
I want all of my organs harvested and given to people that need them. My ma can do an autopsy if she wants to get her kicks.
Then, I want to be cremated and put in a coffee can. I want some of my ashes sprinkled at Goose Rocks Beach in Maine. Then I want Chi Chi to dig a little hole in the plot in Ascutney Cemetery* (preferably near that big beautiful oak tree that I love so much, but whereever the rest of the family is going to be buried), and when no one is looking, dump my ashes out of the coffee can and into the ground. Then Chi Chi should put the soil and sod back over the hole. I don't want my ashes to be in a container of some sort because I want my body to actually go back to the soul and become part of the earth and the trees and all that stuff.
As I love gravestone and take lots of pictures of them, I really want a special gravestone. I want my gravestone to be something really beautiful and artistically done, an interesting shape, with the following on it: an angel, a star, a moon, a sun, a rose, a book, an apple. I want it to say:
Rest in Peace
Kelsey May Dangelo
Born January 7th 1982 Springfield, VT.
Died _________ , Windsor, VT.
"There is no news to be gleaned from poetry,
yet men die every day for the lack of what is found there."
It'd be nice if it said something lovely and sad from my loved ones, but that's up to them.
*It has to be that cemetery. I spent more time in that cemetery than almost anywhere else on this planet besides my house. I grew up playing and picnicing and building imaginary worlds in that cemetery. I walk four times a week in there. I love that place, the barrier between life and death, civilization and the wilderness. It's beatuiful and peaceful and I just utterly adore that cemetery. Death doesn't seem bad at all if it means sleeping there forever, becoming part of the grass and trees and animals in that place.