tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523365616512109273.post6545385147391104135..comments2023-06-01T08:46:12.348-04:00Comments on Homeschool Moments: Just Some Thoughts of MineJodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15021539541739381121noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523365616512109273.post-71874576159142100272008-07-07T13:23:00.000-04:002008-07-07T13:23:00.000-04:00You want to hear morbid? ... If something happened...You want to hear morbid? ... If something happened to one of the kids (heaven forbid), I would have them cremated so that I could keep their ashes with me. I wouldn't want them to be in a graveyard all alone. :(Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523365616512109273.post-66104480709810210502008-07-07T11:49:00.000-04:002008-07-07T11:49:00.000-04:00For me, even though it would only be a temporary s...For me, even though it would only be a temporary separation, the thought of being without my family makes me so sad. I know I would see them again, I just can't stand the thought of not being with them even for a short time. Does that make sense, or am I just being weird?<BR/><BR/>MariaHomeschool Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15128457086155448607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523365616512109273.post-2059443337857151722008-07-07T08:07:00.000-04:002008-07-07T08:07:00.000-04:00I liked the post. I often wonder the same thing. ...I liked the post. I often wonder the same thing. Our cemetary is too big to wonder through but the smallers ones I like to do that. My grandma didn't put vases beside their stone because she said eventually nobody will come and put flowers there and they will be empty. Good point. Kind of makes you want to pick a bunch of flowers before wondering through a grave yard and just putting on in every empty vase you see doesn't it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03123983791768139547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8523365616512109273.post-31194336566696078092008-07-07T06:26:00.000-04:002008-07-07T06:26:00.000-04:00Jody,Great post! Where I was brought up, cemeterie...Jody,<BR/>Great post! <BR/><BR/>Where I was brought up, cemeteries are eerie places, not somewhere you can go to for a nice walk. <BR/><BR/>Graveyards are interesting places. They inspire respect, silence, meditation, thoughts about God and the fleeting nature of life...<BR/>Children's graves inevitably bring tears to my eyes. I look at my children and want to squeeze them close to me, protect them, be able to guarantee I'll never have to purchase a children's grave stone. <BR/><BR/>This also reminds me of how blessed I am. God's mercy, his grace, and the hope that comes from it. I know that the graveyard is not the final destination.<BR/><BR/>I don't know what I want done to me when I die. I know I don't want my children to break the bank over my death. <BR/>Like you, I'm not scared of dying, but I want to be here long enough to raise my children to be responsible, God honoring adults. <BR/><BR/>I've gone all philosophical here on you.... <BR/>Thanks for a thought inducing post!Ruth https://www.blogger.com/profile/01646553469435371466noreply@blogger.com