One thing people rarely, if ever, think about is what happens when the one and only funeral home on any given island (this one happens to be located 30 miles out to sea), closes its doors and terminates its service to the island community forever. Several newspapers in December 2013 heralded the story of what would become of those who happened to die while they are either visiting, vacationing, or are permanent residents of Nantucket Island- also known as the "Grey Lady".
Have you ever noticed that many cemeteries are located in what could be easily described as prime real estate?
Memorial Day has come and gone, yet the multitude of American flags still adorn the streets of our town.
Do you own, or have ever owned, a dog or dogs? If so, this will stir strong feelings about your furry family member who loved you unconditionally. Friday was a tough day in our house. Lucy, our "bad" yellow labrador, was going to be 15 in July. Nelli, our Cairn Terrier (age 5) grew up thinking this larger yellow family member was her mother. After all, they shared everything together. Beds, treats, and "their people"-us. Lucy had what appears to have been a stroke.
Carpe Diem is a phrase uttered many times by both my parents for many years. It is also one repeated in our home and is inscribed in my wedding band. Aptly, it is the inscription we chose to engrave on the gravestone that marks our family burial plot in our town's cemetery, boldly marking the sunny spot where both of my in-laws are now buried.
Now here's a topic not many people want to talk about. But, of course I do. The importance of communicating whether you want to be buried or cremated is first and foremost. This is not a decision that can be reversed.
I read recently about how urns full of ashes are stacked up in the closets of funeral homes uncollected. Here are some thoughts as to why that may happen.