19 November 2012
Warning! Don't read if you're grieving for a loved one!!
What about the ancients been and gone? It felt right in that moment but time proves it wrong Nobody left to care, to bring flora or to shed tears Only a few generations old with memories gone cold
Where's the dignity and the respect in being buried when dead? All I see is ornately hand carved stone Now cracked, weathered and overgrown In moss, weeds and decaying winter leafs
I can barely read the names of memories turned to dust and all that remains Is an empty broken pile of expensive masonry upon a mound of grain. Next door but one to this once magnificent plot Is a similar cross and headstone chamber but carved in a Celtic type of ornate rope knot
All this place does for me is remind me that in death with time, Most of us are forgot and our bodies left to rot under a weathered sign. And it's become a teenagers playground for a nighttime intoxicated dare, To spend a night with the ghouls and ghosts who may just appear.
As a fleet of limos pulls up slowly onto the impressive winding drive, To reach its destination at the spruced up church, I hear the cries. And I'm reminded once again that religion has the monopoly when we die. But the twist on morality is that the living must do something special for loved ones passed. And when you're vulnerable and slightly weakened you can purchase ornate decorations and flora for a mound of dirt so a memory can last. And it's tradition to say farewell in a stretched limo when it used to be a horse and cart.
You can pick a few songs, make a speech and have a man of cloth recite a passage that nobody understands. You can even pay monthly for a financed plot on this phoney sacred land. You can turn to your relatives and explain in your grief that you did all you can, In death and life for your own flesh and blood and that they was a wonderful human.
On this rather peculiar and sad day comes the weirdest part of all. The after party show where family members you've never seen before turn up to the ball, Altho you've heard the stories of estrange members you are familiar in their habits and looks for the genetic makeup is the same. You pay your respects and relive stories and tales to distant relatives that have forgotten your name.
And days pass and weeks then you find out they had a will. The final wishes of a loved one you've buried in dirt and grieving for still. And the gathering of expectant relatives who still don't know your name have arrived. And all possessions are to be divided equally but then comes the shock and cries, As the final wish was for you to party hard and to have them cremated and shattered on the garden outside.
---------------- A few years ago when my nan died I found myself saying things I don't believe in to family members to make them feel better about the situation, "she's with so and so in heaven now and they'll look after her" ect which is IMO crap and we say stuff to comfort those in pain. And then members saying "I want this and I want that cos I bought it for her" ect and when I was asked what I want I said I want nothing, I have my memories and live with her everyday in my mind, don't need possessions to remind me how much I loved her.......xXx
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