You see, I have for sometime expressed my desire to be cremated. It wasn’t some decision to frivilously come to. I though long and hard on this subject. I don’t think being dead and claustrophobia are an issue. Being dead, what would I or anyone else care, although a dear friend of mine who died of cancer back in 1999 had her remains put in a vault above ground. She didn’t like the idea of being buried in the ground.
I had to think about this for a bit. Why waste myself in an expensive box inside a concrete vault six feet in the ground. That’s the method around here for most folks.
This is the conclusion I came to. I want to live on in whatever form or fashion that I might be allowed. Cremation in and of itself isn’t going to yield what I wanted. Ashes can be scattered to the winds or the sea which has it’s own noble reasons, but I want my ashes to be put in a hole in the ground and have a Live Oak planted directly on top of my ashes.
You see, when this oak begins to take hold it will absorb the minerals in my ashes into itself and those minerals and such that were once a part of my body will become a part of this tree. As this tree grows, I become a part of it’s life. As it continues to grow over the years I feel at least some particle of me will remain inside that tree giving back oxygen to the earth it came from and shade to people and animals seeking shelter from the sun. Maybe even have a swing hung from the husky limbs of this tree for a child to swing from. The last thing was a thought up until I remembered that I’m due a military burial place, since I’m a veteran of the Viet Nam era. I wonder now if the Veteran’s Cemetary will honor such a request. A plaque could be placed at the base of the tree. I could then have a bench placed there for people who come to visit their lost family members and sit there shaded by a tree which I would be a part of. A kind of solace for me to know I am giving back.