[kp2171]

Commence sympathy. Money and flowers work. ;)

They are in my pants... maybe the back right pocket. Perhaps the front left. Use two hands.

[Alty]

i grew up taking family walks in the cemetery. we'd go a couple times a month, as long as the weather was good. it was always a special treat. we'd take paper and crayons so we could make rubbings of the headstones. afterward, we'd grab an ice cream cone across the street, then walk home.

it was one of the few times when it was sure to be quiet family time. i don't remember us ever fighting or yelling at each other or being upset. our mom instilled in us that the cemetery was a quiet, peaceful place where you showed respect for the dead. it wasn't a place for yelling or running or fighting. it wasn't a place to be feared. it was a place of peace and remembering.

it's a belief i still hold close to my heart.

For me it's a place to get arrested, either because we're lost but look like we're up to no good, or the time that my mom decided to give me driving lessons in the cemetery because she figured I couldn't kill anyone there, or the time that my boyfriend and I got caught making out by the Chinese burial pavilion.

I'm going to be cremated and put on a shelf. I don't have luck in cemeteries. ;)

[Alty]

they are in my pants... maybe the back right pocket. perhaps the front left. use two hands.

Well my eye is a bit blurry from poking it, so excuse me if I grab the wrong thing, or things. :)

[kp2171]

it's a belief i still hold close to my heart.

I know its completely out of context with the previous posts... but cemetery time is precious to me...

Its Holy time.

Peaceful time.

...

visiting my grandfathers grave, the man who taught me about Fierce, Relentless Love... that is Holy Time. Precious and Needed.

[Alty]

I hardly ever go to the cemetery.

My two most precious lost loved ones are on the shelf right next to my computer desk.

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Meet my mom and dad. :)

[hheath541]

For me it's a place to get arrested, either because we're lost but look like we're up to no good, or the time that my mom decided to give me driving lessons in the cemetery because she figured I couldn't kill anyone there, or the time that my boyfriend and I got caught making out by the Chinese burial pavilion.

I'm going to be cremated and put on a shelf. I don't have luck in cemeteries. ;)

Hehe, my sister took me driving in the cemetery once, right after I'd gotten my permit. I'd only been driving once before, with my mom screaming in the passenger seat that I was going too fast (I was going 15, in a 35 zone). My oh-so-bright sister pointed behind me and said, 'what's that building for?' me, being a brand-spankin-new driver, turned around to see what she was pointing at. And took the steering wheel with me. My sister screamed, grabbed the wheel, and barely kept me from jumping the curb and desecrating graves.

I've never driven with my mom OR my sister, again. It's no wonder I still don't have my license. The first time I drove with my mother, I almost hit a fire hydrant taking a turn too wide. The first time I drove with my sister, I almost hit a grave. The first time I drove with a friend, I almost hit a flock of wild turkeys crossing the road.

In my defense, the turkeys were NOT my fault. Either was the $.47 that made it's way down the heater vent when I slammed on the brakes.

[Alty]

I was much worse Heath. My mom drove to the cemetery, got out, went to get in the passenger side and smart lazy girl that I am, I decided just to hop over to the driver side, over the emergency brake.

Well, long story short, I ended up accidentally disengaging the emergency brake as my mother was walking in front of the car.

I totally think she overreacted. It's not like I actually hit her and close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. :rolleyes:

[hheath541]

I hardly ever go to the cemetery.

My two most precious lost loved ones are on the shelf right next to my computer desk.

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Meet my mom and dad. :)

That's sweet.

I haven't been able to visit the cemetery most of my family is buried in since my grandma died, 4 years ago. Every halloween, though, I take time to remember them and honor their memories and the places they had in my life.

[Alty]

I think I scared KP away after posting a picture of my parents.

Sorry guys. I know some people find it creepy that I have my mom and dad in my house with me, in a little alcove that R built especially for them. For me it's normal. I like having them with me, makes me feel like they're still here. Also, this was what they wished and heck, it saved me tons of money in burial fees. Okay, that was a joke. Laugh! Laugh!

[hheath541]

I was much worse Heath. My mom drove to the cemetery, got out, went to get in the passenger side and smart lazy girl that i am, I decided just to hop over to the driver side, over the emergency brake.

Well, long story short, I ended up accidentally disengaging the emergency brake as my mother was walking in front of the car.

I totally think she overreacted. It's not like I actually hit her and close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. :rolleyes:

OK, I've never hit anyone. Or almost hit anyone.

My mom's hit me with her car several times. Run over my foot a few times, too.

Now, before you go getting bent out of shape, there's a perfectly logical explanation.

My mother SUCKS at parallel parking. When we were little, it was our job to help. One of us would stand in front of her, the other behind. We'd wave her on and tell her when to stop when she was close. Well, sometimes she didn't stop quite soon, and we'd get hit and pinned against the other car. It usually wasn't even hard enough to leave a bruise.

Getting my feet run over was my own fault. That's what happens when you stand BESIDE the car, instead of behind it, to help someone parallel park. Never broke anything, or even hurt that much.

[Alty]

that's sweet.

i haven't been able to visit the cemetery most of my family is buried in since my grandma died, 4 years ago. every halloween, though, i take time to remember them and honor their memories and the places they had in my life.

I love having them right next to me while I'm on the puter. It was originally the kids play area, we thought it would be nice to have them watching over the kids. Now it's the computer, bunny, sewing and human remains area. Again, joking. Well, not really. ;)

My dad died first, and my mom picked out the urn. When my mom died I wanted to get the same urn so they'd match. I called the funeral home and they told me that the urn was discontinued. Wow, it was only 6 months before! Anyway, that's when they told me it's a two person urn, perfect. A bit sad that mom planned it that way, but still great because they could be together.

So I took the urn to the funeral home so that my mom could be placed inside.

The day before my moms funeral the funeral director called me, and with a very sheepish voice, asked who I wanted on top, my mom or dad. I broke out laughing. The poor man thought I was crying and he was devastated.

For those that are curious. Moms on top, because she was lighter. ;)

[hheath541]

I love having them right next to me while I'm on the puter. It was originally the kids play area, we thought it would be nice to have them watching over the kids. Now it's the computer, bunny, sewing and human remains area. Again, joking. Well, not really. ;)

My dad died first, and my mom picked out the urn. When my mom died I wanted to get the same urn so they'd match. I called the funeral home and they told me that the urn was discontinued. Wow, it was only 6 months before! Anyway, that's when they told me it's a two person urn, perfect. A bit sad that mom planned it that way, but still great because they could be together.

So I took the urn to the funeral home so that my mom could be placed inside.

The day before my moms funeral the funeral director called me, and with a very sheepish voice, asked who I wanted on top, my mom or dad. I broke out laughing. The poor man thought I was crying and he was devastated.

For those that are curious. Moms on top, because she was lighter. ;)

I'd laugh, too. That's just not a question you expect to hear.

My grandpa will be buried right next to my grandma. Their grandson, who they adopted after his mom died, is buried on her other side. She died 6 months, to the day, after him. She just gave up. Told my grandpa was she wasn't going to outlive any more of her children (she buried her daughter and adopted son, and had more than one miscarriage/stillbirth).

My great grandma, my grandpa's mom, is buried a few rows over. My aunt is right behind her. Their headstones are back to back.

After my grandma died, I made plaques for all their graves. I pressed a dogwood blossom into wet clay and fired it, then glazed the imprint to match the blossom. I placed a pressed dogwood and a poem about the flower on my great grandma's and grandma's coffins, and I'll do the same for my grandpa.

My grandpa asked me to give him a copy of the poem after my grandma died. So, I made it as pretty as possible and framed it with a pressed blossom. It's still hanging in his living room.

Every year I collect dogwood blossoms to press. They remind me of my great grandma, and make me smile.

[Alty]

That's such a nice story Heath.

It's important to keep their memory alive. I tell my kids stories about my parents all the time. Jared knew them, and surprisingly still remembers them, even though he was just a wee toddler when they died.

Sydney was born 13 months after my mom died, so she didn't know them at all. :(

[hheath541]

I need to go to bed. Conserving electricity doesn't work if I stay up all night.

[Alty]

Good night Heath.

Sleep tight.

[Aurora_Bell]

I just washed my remote with my blankets! ;(

[mudweiser]

muddy, do you have any relatives who's last name you like? maybe a grandmother's maiden name or something?

Nope. Not really close to my family, except my two half-sisters, I made my own family:p

Alty lol nice suggestions I had a teacher- he was mr. lester, first name ,moe - I swear his parents hated him:eek:

--- I saw my boy last night, he came to my job. I thought it was nice, but I noticed something about him. He's the jealous type, and I'm not sure if I like that- only because it reminds me of my ex, he started jealous and it just escalated.

Guys can sometimes be d-bags, it's okay, I'm used to it, but buddy here decided to step in and basically claim me.:confused: I pulled him aside and told him to calm down that it's part of my job and that at least I'm not some stripper, I just make drinks.. and he told me "why don't you just get another job" and I told him "we'll talk about this later" and he just left me there... it was a nice feeling.

Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

[Aurora_Bell]

Wow, sounds like a super d!ck. Oh well better you find out now than later.

[slapshot_oi]

So I was riding my motorcycle yesterday morning in Mass, and I could smell smoke and saw a orangey haze, it covered the entire sky and I couldn't see where it was coming from. I've never seen anything like it before but weird weather patterns happen allt he time. Then, I find out this morning it was from 43 forest fires in Canada.

[mudweiser]

So I was riding my motorcycle yesterday morning in Mass, and I could smell smoke and saw a orangey haze, it covered the entire sky and I couldn't see where it was coming from. I've never seen anything like it before but weird weather patterns happen allt he time. Then, I find out this morning it was from 43 forest fires in Canada.

Got to love the smell of burning forests.


ABS: Yeah he was so cute though. Good thing my purity is still in tact:eek: lol I kind of wished I found out what was going down there-- haha hey it's the truth..