My Memorial Service

I wasn't very old when I died. Only 45. My memorial service was nice. Since I was cremated, there was no graveside service, so it was short and sweet. since I'm a ghost now I was able to attend my own memorial. Not many people showed up because either they couldn't make it, or they just plain forgot about me. Oh well, no big deal. People come and people go in our lives. It's up to us to show we handle it. In my case, I got over it cause I was used to people leaving me through out the years that I thought were going to stay my fiends, but just ended up becoming acquaintances.

My boys did a really great job! I'm so proud of them. I always have been. Even when I was alive. I told my oldest, Paul, what i wanted done with my ashes after I died. He did not disappoint! I told him that I wanted to to be planted with a tree so I could be a part of nature. In fact, he ended up choosing my favorite tree, the Weeping Willow! That has always been my ultimate favorite tree since I was a teenager. Every time we would drive by one, I would close my eyes and picture myself sitting beneath one reading a book or drawing, either one while I was listening to music, or just the beautiful sounds of nature.

I don't know how i died. It was really sudden. They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before you. Well my dear readers, I am hear to tell you it doesn't. Spoiler Alert! You don't really see anything. Just darkness then a light, and you find yourself staring at that light wondering what it is, where it will take you, what will happen to you? And whether or not it's worth heading to. What did I do you're wondering? Well, I did head towards the light. Then I got nervous about half way and I turned around and went the other direction. Apparently you still have your nerves when you're dead.

I landed at the back of the funeral home just as the pastor was about to start talking about me when I was alive like they do at all services. He said his prayer, read from the bible, said a speech, then asked if anyone would like to come up and say something about me. Only a few hands went up which is more than I thought would, so that made me happy. Better than none, I guess. The first person he called up was Paul. He gave a very sweet eulogy that I didn't think he had it in him to say those words bout me.

"My mother may have not died at a very old age, but she still lived a life. It wasn't great, or fantastic, but it was hers. My brother and I didnt grow up with a father or a father figure, so our mom had to play both parts, and she did the best she could with what she had. We were spoiled to an extent until she couldn't afford to get us anything else. She also hated to tell us no because she wanted us to have as good of a childhood as we could have. We played video games together, talked together, and she did her best to listen to us when we had problems. She may not have always given the best advice, but she tried her best. I'll miss those time together and wish we could have done more. I love you mom."

With tears in his eyes, he quietly folded up his paper and sat back own next to his wife Lexie. They've only been married less than a year, and I'm glad i got to at least make it to their wedding, but I'm never going to get to meet my grandchildren in life. I'm never going to get to hold them, or play with them. At least I'll get to come back once in a while and watch them grow up, so I'm at least happy about that.

There wasn't any time for anyone else to read, so the pastor got back up, read one more passage from the Bible, and ended with a final prayer. "If anyone would like, they can follow Paul to the site where his mother tree and ashes will be planted, followed by a lunch. Thank you." The pastor followed.