I think we’ve established that I have the world’s cutest nieces and nephews, right? Well, my oldest niece, J, is spending this semester in Romania. And she’s taking the country by storm, natch. She sends me (and everyone) a weekly email detailing her adventures, and I wanted to show you this. She said I could. Here’s what she said about it. “The Merry Cemetery is an old graveyard in Săpânță. The headstone artist painted each headstone bright blue and wrote a poem about the person’s life. He aimed to celebrate the deceased person’s life rather than mourning their death.” Can you see those headstones? They feel like the most joyful pottery dishes.
I want one.
I want someone to think that way about me after I die – to celebrate something bright and joyful and beautiful.
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Oh wow. Yes. That’s the way it should be done!
Oh wow. Yes. That’s the way it should be done!
I’ve decided to be cremated. So my jar can be as bright and colorful as I want it to be!!
I’ve decided to be cremated. So my jar can be as bright and colorful as I want it to be!!
I want to be remembered that way as well. Although not in the form of a headstone. I want my ashes set adrift from a mountain top, so I may be carried on the wind in perpetual motion with all living things. (Hugs)Indigo
I want to be remembered that way as well. Although not in the form of a headstone. I want my ashes set adrift from a mountain top, so I may be carried on the wind in perpetual motion with all living things. (Hugs)Indigo
They couldn’t help but celebrate you this way.
They couldn’t help but celebrate you this way.
That is so cool. And so much work! Wow.
That is so cool. And so much work! Wow.