Tuesday, I said goodbye to my husband and best friend of thirty-five years. I cannot tell you the number of times we argued about cremation vs dressed and sleeping in a pretty casket. We will just say it was quite numerous.
Jack wanted a pretty casket and a good make-up job. Really, I never understood this. But I understood on Tuesday morning when I went to the Funeral Home to say goodbye to Jack.
The old saying “Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming — WOW– What a Ride!” was flooding my mind. Jack had certainly led one crazy life. Could he look used up as he was laid to rest?
I was led in alone. I walked forward, and there he was. My handsome husband looking a good twenty years younger!
I stood looking at his handsome face. All the love I’ve had for him made me smile. I whispered to him, “Darn Jack, you are looking really good!”
So the debate has begun again. Only I am arguing with myself. Stay tuned!
Thank you so much, Maribeth, for sharing this. It’s not easy to think or talk about. ~~hugs,Linda
I read the obituary and in a life compressed into an obituary, Jack certainly did have such a busy life.
It sounds like Heidi and Lili will be your arguing companions now.