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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011 06:42 am
Funeral was wonderfully moving -- and draining. Standing on the steep slope in black in the blazing sun while the grave was filled, driving hour plus there and back, home after 2, lunch late, headache.... It's hard to sort what was the ache at seeing a friend really get his back into shoveling dirt on his wife's coffin and what was Too Much Sun.

And then there is the constant self projection: they have been married twenty years, we've been married twenty years. She just turned 43 the day before she died, I'm forty three. Christine and i chatted about how we want to be handled after our death. The cemetery in Marin is lovely and meaningful, but a long way from kin (http://www.foreverfernwood.com/ecology/natural_burial.html).

Christine talked about being buried with her mother's kin in NC; i've thought about my dad's family in GA. But if i were to die soon, i'd want my remains managed in the way that would give most solace to Christine, my parents, and siblings. We'll probably ponder this more.

Lunch, nap, aleve, and news of earthquake on the east coast. I wanted to tweak my parents about the earthquake *AND* hurricane, but all the circuits are busy. Serves me right. I barely have emergency water stockpiled.
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