When We Have Gone
Right away I want to say that I do not wish to offend anyone. What feels right for me does not necessarily feel right for you and I have absolutely no wish to impose my opinion on anyone else.
My subject is what should happen to our bodies after we have died. Please leave this thread if you find it offensive. My own view is that I do not care what happens to my remains. This is because I do not regard those remains as being ‘me’. In my personal opinion there simple won’t be a ‘me’ anymore.
I have some experience of this subject which I wish to relate in order to explain my thinking. 1964 my mother died at the rather early age of 59. My older brother, who was permanently living abroad, came over for the funeral. I told him that she had clearly told me that she wished to be cremated. He was quite unhappy at this and tried to talk me out of it by asking whether I was sure that she had said that. I replied that I was absolutely sure of it. It was obvious to me that he had been influenced by his wife who was, and indeed still is, a Roman Catholic. I insisted on doing what she had wanted.
He then objected to the Crematorium’s plan to scatter her ashes on their very attractive and extensive garden. We then compromised by having some of the ashes put in an ornamental urn placed in a niche. A suitable inscription was agreed and inscribed on the urn. My brother returned to his home and we both got on with our lives. The contract with the Crematorium was initially for ten years. In 1974 they wrote to me asking whether I wished the urn to remain for another 10 years. I replied that I did and sent the appropriate cheque. This was repeated at ten year intervals.
This year after 50 years had elapsed I reconsidered this whole matter. The cost was not a problem. I could easily afford to continue but why was I doing this? It would surely not be that long before I myself became the subject of such decisions. Why had I continued this practice? (I had not discussed the matter again with my brother since the funeral and he has now died in 2006 and is buried in a ‘proper’ grave.)
I suppose that at each 10 year interval I must have felt that I should continue out of loyalty to my mother. I can only recall two actual visits to the urn in the intervening time. Having thought about it I now feel that all this was (for me, at least) misplaced. She was not present in the urn. She is present in many photographs that I have and even more powerfully in my many vivid memories of her. That is her memorial. That isn’t going to last forever but while I am alive that is what matters and the urn is no longer needed.
I informed the Crematorium of this and even there was a further matter to be considered. Paying respectful attention to doing the right thing the staff asked me whether I wished to be present when the ashes are finally scattered in the garden. I said that I did not. I realise that for some people that is regarded as saying goodbye to the departed. For me that would not have been the case. I said goodbye 50 years ago. And the one true memorial will remain intact as long as I still live.
I intend to let it be known that my family can do whatever they find appropriate. I won’t ‘mind’ whatever they do. I won’t be there.