OK.... This is like climbing a tree, finding a branch and slowly shifting away from the trunk..... how far do I go personally to write this.
Reading the posts, death and how and when we go is a common thread. For me, my Granddad passed at 91 and my Dad at 93. So gene wise, it appears I will live somewhere to that area, unless an accident occurs. At my Dad's memorial service our stepmother was threatening us about where "she" would decide he would be buried. He always wanted to be buried near where he was raised and next to his Aunt and Uncle that raised him. He had purchased two plots, one for him and one for the stepmother. She wanted him buried in a Army cemetery so "she" could be buried in a "place of honor" so to speak.
Anyway...... my nephew asked me where I wanted to be buried. Without hesitating I said, "It doesn't matter to me as long as I'm buried next to Angie." Angie, my wife, told me three weeks later she was leaving.
My fear? That I will never love anyone again, like I love her.
Reading the posts, death and how and when we go is a common thread. For me, my Granddad passed at 91 and my Dad at 93. So gene wise, it appears I will live somewhere to that area, unless an accident occurs. At my Dad's memorial service our stepmother was threatening us about where "she" would decide he would be buried. He always wanted to be buried near where he was raised and next to his Aunt and Uncle that raised him. He had purchased two plots, one for him and one for the stepmother. She wanted him buried in a Army cemetery so "she" could be buried in a "place of honor" so to speak.
Anyway...... my nephew asked me where I wanted to be buried. Without hesitating I said, "It doesn't matter to me as long as I'm buried next to Angie." Angie, my wife, told me three weeks later she was leaving.
My fear? That I will never love anyone again, like I love her.