A Final Resting Place

So you know you're getting old when you and hubby buy a cemetery plot!  Yes, we went and did it. Have been talking about it for awhile and recently, we finalized it.

Not that anything's looming (that we know of)  but who's to say?   We're thinking of it as a gift to our kids...kids who shouldn't have to deal with such things, when we're gone.  They certainly don't even like talking about the topic so I think we're doing them - and ourselves - a favor.

We met the friendly cemetery representative (now THAT would be a hard job...don't ya think?) at the place, walked around, found our final resting place and put our money down.  Fact of the matter, I've spent more time shopping for shoes!  It was easy --- and it's done!

I've always wanted to be cremated.  With my claustrophobia always on my mind, the thought of being in a box forever, didn't excite me.  It really would be more appropriate to be planted next to hubby, getting on his nerves for all of eternity....side by side forever.  But with the help of the cemetery rep, I found out I can have it both ways....cremation and not far from hubby.  Problem solved...

The subject of death, dying, cemeteries, burials isn't one that I've relished.  But as I've gotten older, I've become more of a realist (some would say "fatalist").  We're all gonna go sometime.   I'm also a control freak and having a say on where I'm going to end up, is, in a bizarre way, comforting.  Getting to choose "my neighbors" - some of whom were wonderful friends in life - is the way it should be.

Please don't think I'm being maudlin...blogging about such a thing.  I hope hubby and I aren't going "anywhere" anytime soon but  I really do view this as another step in the aging process...an investment in the future...a downpayment on eternity, so to speak.

Next up?  A headstone!  Nothing too big or extravagant.  Just something to say "I was here".  At least, if I have a say in that, my name will be spelled correctly....  (I TOLD you I was a control freak!)