Gosh how this thread meanders its own course..
Haven't a clue where my final resting place will be. I prefer to let life unfold for now.
Gosh how this thread meanders its own course..
Haven't a clue where my final resting place will be. I prefer to let life unfold for now.
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遙知馬力日久見人心 Over a long distance, you learn about the strength of your horse; over a long period of time, you get to know what’s in a person’s heart.
I figure I'll be in a little urn planted in the family section of the cemetary in N. Louisiana where my grandparents were from. All the moving I've done, that town was the only constant in my life. I would spend about a month there every year when I was a kid. My grandfather owned the furniture store, aunt owned the flower shop, cousins owned the general store, another cousin owned the bank. I think I was related to about 1/4 of the white people in the town (nothing disparraging or racist, just reality).
Beth
I was born in Scotland, moved to Adelaide in South Australia when I was 6 years old and then moved to Canberra (the capital of Australia) 23 years ago.
I love living in Canberra and it is definitely home.
My partner and I exchanged rings in a 'commitment ceremony' (just us, not a formal thing) at a small mountain that is special to us about 2 hours away from where we live and that's where we'll have our ashes scattered.
My parents ashes were scattered in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean at the same latitude and longitude 10 years apart. My father was in the navy when he was young and he fell in love with the beauty of the Atlantic Ocean. One of his life ambitions was to take my mother on a cruise of the Atlantic Ocean and dance with her on the deck of the ship in the moonlight (with her wearing a white ball gown). He died before they could do that. So now they dance together on the waves.
Last edited by macski; 04-07-2011 at 09:57 PM.
I want to donate my carcass to a medical school for the students to learn from. If that doesn't work, I want to be cremated and to have my ashes scattered in the mountains around here.
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