Remembering the dead

In my lifetime, I have lost several older relatives whom I continue to keep in my thoughts & heart every day. The sad fact is that it's hard for me to visit their graves as much as I want to. It pangs my heart until I remember that they're in a better place now.

At one point in my life, I wanted to plan my funeral & burial site ahead of time. I always thought it would be nice by a large tree, windmill or water. I can't tell you how grateful my husband was when I got past that stage.

Anyhow it occurred to me, that it doesn't really matter where you are buried but how you are remembered. I remember those I lost as the people they were & how they treated myself & others. I remember their kindness, generosity, smiles & constant love. I was taught the 'Golden Rule' at a young age & have always lived by that. As a general rule, I treat others how I would like to be treated... with love, respect & gratitude. Once I'm treated otherwise myself, I may be considerate even though they become less important to me. I live my life the best I can so I will be remembered by those who care about me as a good person. I am happy to be who I am with family & friends who love & support me. I know that when my time comes, one day far in the future, I will not be alone.