I don't have anything to really post today. We went to church and then we went to see if my bil and sil were home but they weren't. So we went to Harlow's mom and dad's grave and visited there. We walked around the cemetery too. There were some really old ones too. Kind of sad though because some of them were so old you couldn't read what it said or they were falling down. No one to take care of them. I wonder what could be done for those ones. You know they were loved at one time and it's just sad to see them falling apart.
While we were looking at all the different headstones we saw some that were babies and still others that were in their teens. Jarod looks down at them and says "I don't like it when babies die mom." I told him I didn't either. I know it might sound odd but I like looking through all the headstones. I imagine what their lives were like. Some even had their pictures on them.
I have told Harlow many times that when I die I don't want to be buried. I want to be cremated. I don't know exactly why I feel that way I just do. I have told him too that I don't want a big service or anything either. If family and friends want to get together and remember me that's ok. They can have a big party or something. I don't want them to be sad but I know they will be. I want people to remember my life not the sadness of my death.
Hmm this post has become a morbid post hasn't it? Sorry about that. Just going to there made me think of these things. It's funny how when I was younger I was afraid of death but now that I am older (yes I know 32 isn't old LOL) I am not afraid any more. I am thinking it's more because of my Faith now then me getting older. Maybe it's both who knows.