When our son passed away we elected to go with cremation. We kept our son's ashes for years in the living room on a table with come crosses and such. It may sound weird to some folks but it was nice knowing where he was. When we sold the house in Trussville, his sister took his ashes and I think they are with his mother (My ex-wife) now.
When our Mom passed away we knew she had always wanted to have a traditional burial. She's buried in a cemetery in Sylacauga near where she was raised. Hardly any of our family ever goes there. I would be hard pressed to find her gravesite now.
When our Dad passed away he didn't care what we did, so we had him cremated. His ashes are here with us at the cabin on a bookshelf. I may see if I can have them interred with Mom in the cemetery in Sylacauga or in the cemetery in Cahaba Heights where he was born and raised and where his parents are buried.
Point being... I firmly believe all the burial practices are a construct of mankind and not of God's. God is concerned with you spirit not the meat sack that it's temporarily housed in.
I also firmly believe that if I had been doing the wrong thing by cremating my son and father, the Holy Spirit would have slapped me upside the head and told me so. He's never been shy about convicting me of things I'm doing wrong.
When I die, I think it would be cool as all get out to go out like the Vikings. Push my ass out in a lake on a wooden boat with a bunch of wood piled on it and set the damned thing on fire. Have all my friends sit on the shore having cocktails and watching the thing burn. That would be cool. People would be talking about my funeral for years.
Last edited by Irishguy; 04/10/24 05:54 AM.
