When my time came. I thought I would be buried in florida with my parents so purchased a plot which I later sold when I moved back to NYC loosing $2000.00. It has plagued me how to prepare for my kids sake but could not come up with a easy answer. Who is going to come to my funeral anyway?
At a luncheon yesterday from a complete stranger I got my answer. "I do not want a funeral nor do I want to be buried anywhere," she said.
From this same person who has my namesake spelled with an e at the end, she farther stated her ashes will be scattered on the street where she lives and loves.
How brilliant I thought. Simple easy and uncomplicated, I will follow her wisdom.
I love my street too; I also love Central Park and all the wonderful trails.
I will pick a spot and all of my inevitable problems are solved. May you and I live to be 110, but in the meantime, it is a serious thought. Would you like to add dialogue?
Below is gravesite of my wonderful Grandmother. We will soon straighten out her stone.
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AMAZON AND BN