tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76224275763121763452011-12-09T06:47:57.762-05:00...searching for just a bit of light in the darkness of the daydeathsweephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942097009456195845noreply@blogger.comBlogger2301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7622427576312176345.post-31621138506138749542011-12-07T13:47:00.000-05:002011-12-07T13:47:35.599-05:00

I guess the road that I began walking in June of 2010 has come to a divide and I will soon be deciding which new path to take.  I had been widowed a little over a year when I decided that I no longer wanted or had to work and made a rather hasty decision to throw in the towel and just quit my job.  There have been some rocky as well as wonderful times since then however I feel a new breeze

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No matter what becomes of this possibility I now have lain at my feet I am sure that a new phase of my life is beginning. I can't necessarily explain exactly why I say this but deep inside of me I have a feeling that just wont quit; it's almost as if an evolution is taking place within me causing me to feel as though things are different, very different. At a simple glance nothing has

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Well, today I received the phone call I've been waiting for. Just a few months ago I had begun being recruited by a firm that appeared to be interested in my employment. As you know, not quite a year ago I had decided to quit working and for my own sanity labeled it as retirement. In effect it was a retirement of sorts since I had no intention of going back into the industry that I have spent

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Yesterday, last night actually, at 8:30 PM marked 2 years since Mary died and quite honestly I was extremely happy to wake up this morning. It's not that I felt any doubt that I would indeed wake up today but it's a good feeling knowing that yesterday is over and I won't have to ever see it again. We've all heard the words when discussing the death of someone that the days before a holiday,

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Where did this year fly to? It's already the first week of November and according to signs I see everywhere (both written and natural) Christmas is just around the corner and soon to follow will be NEXT year. I've been having a good time for the past 3 plus months and there are no signs of it stopping which only makes me believe that 2011 is headed towards being a good year; and it's about

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Can't walk without bumping into something, can't try to stop walking without overstepping my goal, this stupid arm is tingly on and off, my ankles are swollen, and I wont be able to get in touch with my doctor until tomorrow. I stumble around like I'm drunk or something. The arm has been going on for years and it's been mentioned to more than one doctor yet it was either brushed off or refuted;

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I'm sure you've heard that time goes by quicker the older you get, or at least it appears that way; I have. As a matter of fact I can remember conversations as a kid when I was told by an adult that I shouldn't wish my life away. I guess most kids at some time or another wish they were older for whatever reason in the hopes that their life would be better. I can only vouch for me but when I was

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What was it June 9th or 10th of this year that I threw in the towel? It's almost two months since I've "retired" and I still wonder what I did to myself. This was what I chose, this was what I wanted, this is what I thought would make me happier; but as it turns out, the only one of those statements that I can validate as now being the truth is "this is what I chose".Sure, there were times when I

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why do I bother?

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Good Morning to you today - this morning I awoke with an irresistible urge to get on the road and go somewhere. Today I intend to clean up some things around the house, pay some bills, look into a cell phone and notify the post office that they need to hold my mail for...I guess I'll tell them a month; that can be changed if need be...then I have to decide where it is I want to go...so here's

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How do we fill our days? Up until a short time ago many of my days every week were jam packed with things to do for at least a 14 hour stretch. During that time I would rise at say 5AM, putter around the house until 7, take an hour to get ready for work and then drive 30 miles to my job, excuse me, "my career". Very rarely did I stop once I arrived; not for coffee, not for lunch, not for

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The last post I wrote was in February and in it I mentioned that I was feeling better and had some major decisions ahead of me. These decisions I spoke of were not something that I was being forced to decide, they were more like decisions that I knew I needed to make to get on with my life. See...for the past 15 months I have just been doing what I felt was expected of me with little or no

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If you've been around awhile then you've probably read most of my posts and know the position I was placed in early last year. It's so hard to believe that in a few short weeks it will be one full year since we parted; time marches on no matter what is occuring in our lives at the moment and we simply have to stride right beside of it if we want to keep on.I've had what I would consider some

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...today marks a new anniversary. Today is 10 months to the day that Mary died. There's no doubt it's gotten easier to accept with time but I know what I still wish...and also know it's only a dream. I've had some enjoyment over the past months and know I will have more but time is truly the remedy...that has become very evident to me.I spent the holidays with family and that helped

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Sunday nights are no picnic but from day one, Friday nights are the quietest by far...I need to make some noise!

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Who would have ever thought that my favorite month of the year would be turned around and become a month that I almost dread getting here? I sure as hell didn't, but whether I want it this way or not, there's no changing the upcoming days. It actually has begun already, because my house that was ordinarily dressed for Fall shows no indication of what season we're in. Halloween was a favorite

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Today is one of many days that I will have to face in the future completely alone yet for some reason markers like these make it more difficult to cope. Today is my birthday and for the past 50 years I have had someone to be with on this day; whether it be a parent or a sibling or friend...or a spouse. Someone told me that I needed to go a full year before I can know what it's truly like to

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Fear of the unknown scares the shit out of me sometimes...yet isn't everything unknown until we experience it? So, I have to imagine that the fear isn't really caused by the unknown, the true fear is wondering how I'll handle it once I find it...that's what I have to get rid of...get over.

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For some reason I was thinking of this today and felt a need to put it in writing; I think it may have been prompted by a friends post. It probably sounds like something none of us would consider doing, including myself but what if, either a man or woman, never used deodorant again, never shaved our faces or for the women, their legs, armpits, waxed their eyebrows, possibly their lips. Daily

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It's more than mere clothes. There are books, lighters, unused gifts, birthday, Christmas, valentines day and just because cards in every nook, pay stubs, library cards, books that need returning, books that are hers, change galore, singles, fives, tens, pads bearing her name, earring backs, notes she wrote, wrappers, pens, eyeglass cases, eyeglasses, more notes, disposable razors, creams and

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I know this is a tribute to a soldier but I feel it all, she really was my hero - why do I keep doing this to myself?

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Good movie, better song, these are the things out of our control which are often better that way......

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Today marks 11 weeks; 77 days. That time frame would usually go so slow when waiting for something planned to happen although when counting the minutes from a loss the slowness is excruciating. Even though my minds eye can picture that night as if it happened yesterday, and at times it feels as if we were still together a few hours ago, it also feels as if I have just begun a prison sentence and

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Crackled pink granite now bears her nameeternally her remains rest beneath itIn my heart I thought that this would help menot stoke the flames underneath it.Although the crashing pain seems less and lessas days pass I think that it easesWhen least expected some odd thought arisesand my entire body just seizes.What did I do to earn such a placein life where nothing feels rightI thought I was

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Well, I had mentioned that I had come to this part of the country mainly to accomplish a few things that needed to be done and so far I have completed all of what I needed to do. Yesterday, with the help of my nephew, I was able to complete everything at the cemetery; stone is complete, urn is buried, shrubbery is trimmed - all went well. It was by no means fun doing any of it but I think I now

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If the current situation wasn't what it is and of course I was a woman I would honestly think that I was going through menopause. Depression, mood swings, anxiety, fear and spontaneous tears have all become a part of my daily life and at times I find any or all of them quite crippling. I know what I'm supposed to be going through, forget the stupid stages, I know this is grief but I had no clue

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Well, this morning I'm off to Atlantic City for a couple of days of casino life. I'm hoping to have a good time and leave a good majority of my fears behind me; not a good majority of my money. This locale was always one of our favorite haunts and once again I am feeling a little tension about this endeavor. I just have to keep remembering that "baby steps" will eventually allow me to stride

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Today is day 5 and there have been nothing but good things happening to me since day # 1. It was a little strange, to say the least, the first night that I stayed in a hotel alone. Everything in that small room reminded me of Mary or made me think of what the two of us would have been doing at that instant however, I was able to function like a "normal" human being and got through that with

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Tomorrow is the first time I venture out of my comfort zone alone. I'm not at all excited about the prospect of travelling alone since I never really did so for anything but business or an overnight. I can't say I'm really scared but I do have some trepidation about this upcoming week...this is the week we were supposed to be cruising Alaska, which I cancelled but I still am taking the time

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Truly a dream........

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I should be grateful that I had her to myself for that entire weekendand I amNot a day goes by when I don't have her on my mind constantlysometimes I smileBut as every weekend approaches I feel a growing dread inside of methat I cannot quellIt begins each Friday afternoon as I stupidly rush home from workto be with herThen in an instant I realize that it's useless, there is no longer anyone

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This came to mind after the last post, this is Eva Cassidy's rendition

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Well, the verdict is in...my verdict at least. At the moment, there is no doubt in my simple mind that there is in fact something beyond what we all know as life here on earth.Wednesday evening I was fortunate enough to actually get a reading from a psychic who does a monthly web cast. It's basically a conference call in which people can call in to a conference and be put in line for a reading if

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Over the course of my life I have had many encounters with death; both on a personal as well as impersonal level and was sure that once we died our energy was simply transferred into something else and continued on as a new entity. I had always heard of "crossing over" and "heaven" and "afterlife" but to me just leaving this earth and all of it's horrors behind was the explanation for those words

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On March 15th of this year, I had no clue whatsoever that a huge part of me, all of me, was going to be simply stated, stolen. My wife, Mary, whom I had met when I was 16 years old passed away that evening, hopefully painlessly. At 8:47 PM I got off of the couch in the living room and went into our bedroom to remind her that she needed to take her medication. She was not ill, the medication she

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My eyes first met hers that New Years EveThat night when life would never endThere was a spark but too weak to igniteThat night when life would never endTwenty one months passed before we again metThat night when life would never endThis time the flame had a chance to catchThat night when life would never endDays, weeks, months turned into yearsLoves roots had taken and continued to growWe knew

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Is it because no one has died recently? Is it because I no longer have anything worth saying? Is it because my life has been so hectic lately that I haven't had the time to write? Or is it perhaps that I just haven't had any motivation to write?Well, the answer to these questions is pretty straightforward and easy. Yes, of course people have died recently, I hope that I still have plenty in me

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Over the course of time that I have been writing this blog, I have discussed many topics that have been directly related to funerals, death, pain and the like. Each post I wrote had something to do with emotions and was somehow meant for the person outside of the funeral industry to better understand what I do and also attempt to assist with knowledge that has always been mysterious. Before I go

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If anyone is still reading this, or attempting to, I know it's been a very long time since I posted anything. Today I decided to blog and posted the following to Millions of Pennies and thought it worthy of bringing it here as well so that perhaps a different set of eyes may see it. I hope you enjoy it.Nata 1918 - Morta 1920It was in Palermo I recall that overcast day unlike the majority of my

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I've had difficulty releasing this post but I think it's time:In the past I have written about people that I have dealt with in a funeral home setting who were going through the throes of trying to understand a suicide. I've expressed the opinion, vaguely, that this type of death could somewhat be understood because the person or persons who committed this "act" must have been in a terrific

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The child was born one springlike morn, her parents hearts stood stillangelic in her every form, expectations she did fulfill.They took her home, her life began, they nurtured, loved and sworeshe was the girl they waited for, their wants there were no more.Ribbons, bows, and frilly lace festooned the sweet young thingmuch like a precious china doll, her graces they did sing.When school began, she

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We've all heard the expression "Ambulance Chasers" which most often refers to attorneys (rightly or wrong) who follow an injured party to determine whether or not their services can be of use; usually in a wrongful injury, death or something along those lines. If any of you have seen the 1992 movie "My cousin Vinnie" which starred Joe Pesci, I'm sure you remember his character, Vincent Gambini,

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I thought accepting his decision was hard? That was nothing compared to accepting his departure. My father passed away late last week after a long battle with a disease that he had once beaten. If cancer had a will, a brain, I'd say fucking cancer sucks, it strikes with no regard to who you are, what you do, and gives not a single shit what kind of pain it causes or the aftermath it leaves..The

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Very rarely do I speak of anyone other than others; today however is my day, about my life, really about my fathers life.Recently I have had to accept a decision which I probably could have swayed if I followed my selfish heart. This decision was hard to accept, I think maybe the hardest in my life, but I stress "my" life. As some of you may know, or have gotten the gist from other posts I've

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The other evening my wife and I met the mother of a child I had buried not quite one year ago. She was 15 years old when she was killed in an avoidable automobile accident and had a full life ahead of her. Her mother, brother, grandparents, still cannot bear her loss. The day we spoke they had her head stone erected and her death was once again brought right up front in their minds. If only

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Is this amazing or what? How do they do this?

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About ten years ago I was given an intact Geode which was brought back from a trip out West. I had seen these before but they were always cut open revealing the beauty inside and always displayed as though they were a piece of art. Never before had I seen one that was still in its natural form...or so I thought at the time.I was grateful for the gift and wanted to do something with it but it

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The same as in every profession, funeral directors are often faced with situations that leave them not "not so professional" looking. These are the times when you cringe inside, when you want to slink off into a corner and just pretend that what happened was just your imagination. Many times families are involved and actually see the goofs and other times, thankfully, they're not privy to the

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When they told me she had ALS I didn't know what it was. I later discovered that Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, commonly known as Lou Gehrigs Disease was the culprit. She had just turned 70 and had been a vibrant, healthy, retiree who was actively involved in volunteering for various causes between 40 and 50 hours a week; yes a retiree! She spent many days feeding the hungry and homebound. She

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Can you imagine what a file room would look like with 50 years worth of records in it? Records that could vary in the hundreds each day of those 50 years. Enormous is the only word that comes to mind, simply enormous. We all have one of these rooms. Today's one of those days of contemplation for me and my thoughts today have been racing around inside of my "enormous" file room of a brain for

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They're disgusting, they conjure up feelings of dirty, rotting, smelly things and are insects that cause some to taste bile simply by their looks. Wiggly, little larvae of the common fly are responsible for nauseating many a folk, and with good reason perhaps. They are known for their appetite for dead flesh, rotting things that we don't want to see in our lives.Certain people seem to simply

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She was a 45 year old single woman with an ex husband and a 13 year old son. Her parents had previously died; her mother when she was in her thirties and her father died just within the last year from lung cancer. Her only brother had been killed in a car crash as a teenager and she had no known relatives or legal next of kin. I don't know the specifics surrounding her divorce nor do I know why

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Dedicated to Funeral Service

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On the forest floor away from his neat pile of clothes he was found in a puddle of red,devoid of the warmth he once gave so freely to others; veins depleted entirely.Never again to feel the daily terror that consumed every waking moment andthe gash on his left arm perhaps to some a badge of defeat was his portal to .freedom.His job was completed yet not in a fashionable sense but still took him

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It's been ten days since my last post and I haven't had the energy or time to write. I'm so tired of Arteriosclerotic Heart Disease, Cerebral Vascular Accidents, Congestive Heart Failure, Coronary Artery Disease, Atherosclerosis, Breast Cancer, Suicide, Murder, Myocardial Infarction's and all the other wonderful shit that takes people down.You can't begin to imagine how much I want to do this yet

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First off I have to start this post with an apology. There have been many posts that I have written over the lifespan of this blog which have been responded to by many people in which I have failed to follow up. For that I apologize; no excuses just an apology.Secondly, please bear with me on this post because it may at times seem like it's all over the page simply because there are some things

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On December 31st, 1965, at somewhere in the neighborhood between 8 and 12 PM, I could almost guarantee you where I was. Every year at the same time until the curiosity wore off, I would be sitting on the staircase in the hallway peeking through the banister railings. I know I used to think I was hiding but there is no doubt that as they passed through the hallway they could easily see me if all

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I heard this song for the first time yesterday at a funeral service and found that it made me sit down and listen...it's simple...but so vivid. When I came home I looked on youtube for what I thought it should be named and sure enough there it was. Later that afternoon I was reading a post by Granny Smith ( I don't know how to link from youtubes site ) which sounded almost identical...not

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In less than 48 hours it's going to be the year 2008. Where has our time flown? I remember being told as a kid that the older I got the quicker time would pass and all I can say about that now is "they weren't kidding!"For too long I remember hearing in my family that "maybe this year will be better." The events of every year that cause us heartache are what we look back on in hopes that the

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The call came in while I was still at a church in the middle of a service for the woman who I was burying that afternoon. Apparently, the newly deceased had died that morning and the nursing facility where she had been living had just contacted her family. The person that took the first call wrote down as much information as possible and tried to set an appointment for the family and I to meet.

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Well, it's come...and it's gone...and just like everything else in this life, the minute the clock struck that hour it became history. How many children were born on that day? How many souls left this world on their journey into another dimension? History yet just numbers.How many of our births will be celebrated a couple of thousand years from now? How many of us will depart this world with such

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...to you all!

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It always seems when your back is turned for a moment, that's when things happen that you would not have allowed yourself not to be part of.About three weeks after I returned from my last "getaway", I accidentally discovered that an acquaintance's daughter had died while I was away. They had gone to a different funeral home but that meant nothing to me other than I would have surely known sooner.

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Twas three days before Christmas and gray was the skymy thoughts were of presents that I've yet to buy.The stockings were hung on the mantle piece barein hopes that just someone might put something there.The pine trees were swaying and dripping with rainthe worst fear of mine was a late hurricane.With the wife in her bathrobe my head in a fogit would be no weekend if I didn't blog.When out on the

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Cloaked in ebony shades of mourningthe crowd of wailing comrades walked throughThe door that was to be used as an entrance waynot meant to be used for an exodus into hell.Upon their arrival the moaning begins quicklythe facade of the sickeningly wet tears that flowStifling to hide from those around how much they hurtbodies wracking as we wheel in the empty shell.I think some believe it's an

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It's been ten days since my last post and it's not that I've forgotten. I've been sick, some sort of cold/flu that has taken a lot out of me and it's been pretty busy at work as well. I haven't been sick enough to keep me home from work except for one day but I felt like crap. I've finally started feeling good enough to care about wanting to write something but all I have to write about makes me

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HAD THE LYRICS HERE BUT YOUTUBE VIDEO IS GONE...SO!When Queen was part of what I listened to regularly, this song was one that I particularly enjoyed. Maybe it was the lyrics, maybe it was the piano, the guitars, maybe it was Freddie Mercury. All I know now is that the older I get the more this means to me. We're all champions no matter what we've left behind, no matter what we never got to do;

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When I was about six or seven I was allowed to play outside the gate of the front yard all by myself; as long as I didn't go past houses A & B. When I was about fourteen I was allowed to stay outside "past" when the street lights came on. At seventeen I was given permission to smoke even though I had been doing it for years without said permission. At eighteen I now became entitled to some things

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Tonight was an eye opener for me. I hate to bring this up again since just 2 weeks ago we were all bombarded with Thanksgiving posts; as nice as they all were. Everyone had something or another that they were thankful for and during that entire time span I'm sure it was on every ones mind.I don't know about you but I seem to obviously forget rather quickly.Tonight I was in WalMart, no big

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How would you have handled this? I was at a loss. There's a group of you, all sitting at home basking in the afterglow of a sumptuous meal, reminiscing about days gone by, one or two snoring. You've got a mother and father of an only child, the child's grandparents are there, there are aunts and uncles and even a few cousins all feeling fat and lazy. The day was going very nicely and the furthest

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On June 8th of this year I wrote a post about embalming. Well, I can't count the number of posts that involve embalming but that particular one tried to explain the process. That one was too nice, too refined, too much like a text book. My last post about procedure was regarding cremation and I felt it only just to explain in "real" words how an embalming takes place. .Before I go on, you have to

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As a kid, one of the most favored games we used to play was, as we called it, "make believe". You probably played this as a child although it may have had a different name and if you were the slightest bit like almost every child I've ever known you enjoyed it. For those of you who didn't play it, the basic premise of the game was to pretend - no other rules, no keeping score, just a way to wile

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I ordinarily try to keep these posts as non-graphic as possible however this one is going to try to explain the actual cremation process to you. When people think or speak of cremation they really don't have a true picture of what goes on aside from what their imagination can conjure. I hope this sheds some light on the subject for those of you that want to know and for those of you that don't...

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The minds pictures may be different, the era for sure, yet the sentiment is still strong for many.

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The other day I was reading a post at my not so mouldy friend Agnes Mildews blog Hex My Ex which was entitled "Eight Random Facts meme..." and thinking to myself, hmmmm, really. When I got to the bottom of the post I found that the darling Miss Mildew had tagged me. Apparently, the meme requires that you supply 8, little known, random facts about yourself and I figured I didn't want to give too

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This past week I have been out of town, I guess you could call it a vacation although at times it felt less like a vacation and more like a counseling session. My wife, my father and myself all went to New Jersey to take advantage of some free time, see the family for the holiday and just to sort of forget what we all tried to leave behind. .For a short time I was hoping that my dad could forget

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Sitting at a slot machinehoping for a winDollars dropping one by oneis it not a sinSpending life and using cashall to waste some timeHoping for the bells to ringwishing for a chimeThey claim it's done for the funlosing more and moreGoing for that big brass ringcheaper in the storeAt the end of every spinwhen it all is theirsDoes it really cause you joytake away your caresFor a time I guess it

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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! No matter what we have or don't have, no matter where we live, we all have 'SOMETHING' to be thankful for and today is simply a day to remember those things. No one has all they want but we all have at least one thing to say thanks for. Each other.

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I've been holding off on this one for some time because of what it contains. I at first found it difficult to understand but time has afforded me the opportunity to see that what's good for the Goose isn't necessarily good for the Gander or the Gosling or anyone in the Gaggle for that matter. Everyone has their own needs, wants, likes, dislikes and everyone is thankful for something different;

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Am I the one controlling my life?are you the one in charge of today?.Am I the one whos tongue is a knife?are you the one who makes life gray?.Am I the one in charge of today?are you the one whos tongue is a knife?.Am I the one that makes life gray?are you the one controlling your life?..by DS

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I was just able to head over to earth2karen to pick up an award she passed on to me this past Thursday and want her to know that I truly appreciate it. Aside from being just plain old recognition, this particular award has a small story behind it that I want to share.In the true tradition of swapping, I have a few that I'd like to pass this on to myself. These are bloggers, people, who really "

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How to plan a funeral.............let me show a few of the stepsThis is a little long so you might want to grab a snack!The first thing that occurs with any funeral is of course "the first call". This can come at any time of the day or night, on any day of the week and will get my immediate attention no matter what I am doing at the time...use your imagination. It will most likely be from a

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This has been a hectic two weeks, maybe even the past month and I have met with numerous families but I have to write about the family I met with today. You've heard me say that I know that the cost of a funeral is too high and I really can't say when the prices became so outrageous, but they have and they are.Today's family was a young group; I couldn't tell the ages of the parents but they have

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Busy day today, two visitations, 2 first viewings, a graveside service this afternoon, I need to get a casket to a church some 30 miles away, have to make arrangements on the new call we got last night and get that rolling, prepare for the burial we have tomorrow...and I have to breathe somewhere in between. Wish me luck. DS

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It is once again that time of year. The mornings are cold, the evenings are cold, frost on the roof as well as the pumpkin. Everywhere you turn you can see signs stating that "Collards" are for sale. It's once again time to watch out for the deer that are running from hunters and leaping in front of your car offering themselves up to be your new hood ornament. Most of the Mums have shot their

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Over the past six months I have chronicled a vast array of funerals that I have performed and have also showcased some of the many people who I have dealt with over the years. I wish I could say that every time I sat down with someone to plan a funeral that the end results were near perfect but I can't. Any of you that work with the public know that no matter how hard you may try to please

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What do you think it's going to take before everyone in this world can afford or have healthcare? Thanks Crystal!

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They seem so neat and orderly to methese dreams planted in my wee brainYou may wonder why I care for them so;without them I can't stand the pain So you think I'm a trite, haughty dreamer,I have no rebuttals to sayI'm an enemy of hopeless reason;I'll fight it til my dieing daySo call me what you want and think what you may...butThe day might come when my dreams become realand I no longer have to

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I have been hemming and hawing about a similar post for close to two weeks now. Yesterday I received a phone call that has had me thinking further and I have finally decided that I needed to write this.Let me start off with the call. Upon answering the phone, an obviously angry person asked me who it was that was in charge of obituaries. He never gave his name nor did he offer any information

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As some of you may know, I love people; living people. I have been lucky in my life to have had the honor of assisting many, many people when they truly needed a hand. I consider myself fortunate.Throughout my 49 years I have worked as a candy salesman, a packager in a bulk mailing factory, I have worked for a company that reproduced graphics; mainly blueprints, I have been an inventory

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In this life I've come to realize that there are certain groups of people that no matter how hard you attempt to please, no matter how life presents itself to them, no matter what is going on around them at any given time are self centered and just plain unhappy. Their way is the only way. They seem to live as though the world is out to get them. If something, anything, doesn't go exactly as

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I can remember being at a relatives wake when a distant cousin decided that he now had the right or perhaps the motive to tell me about my great grandfather and how and why he came to this country.I had always known that I was the third generation in this country on my mothers side and I also knew that I was only the second generation on my fathers side. This had never bothered me or even phased

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This is the first time I've been tagged with one of these things and because my Canadian bud "MedStudentWife" did the tagging I feel compelled to answer these questions. I think it might be fun too!1. Name one person who made you laugh last night? Sounds narcissistic but it was me - you see, I own a mirror...2. What were you doing at 0800? At 8:00 AM today I was pulling into the parking lot at

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Did you ever have one of those days when you wished you could go back to sleep, wake up later, and start all over again with a clean slate? Well, it's been like this for the past four days for me. The things that I have had to see and hear the past few days would make the strongest stomach, the coldest heart, the most rationalizing person just want to vomit, scream in anger, and just curl up in

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The date October 31st usually conjures up thoughts of Pumpkins and kids trick or treating and witches and ghosts however to many people in this world today and in the past this day has and will always hold a "special" meaning. I was going to do something different but decided to post it on my "new" blog, Millions of Pennies, a much lighter blog, but this was appropriate for here, so.......For

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It's not just a place to mourn for the dearly departed who've left our sides forever. It's not an event to show how much you've thought of someone by displaying what you've lastly provided for that person who meant so much to you. Walking around with sad eyes, clutching a tissue, crying on the shoulder of the nearest person doesn't always cut it. I'm sure you remember my words, "death is very

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I don't remember experiencing a week like I've just had for several years. It seemed as though every time I turned around I was being told that someone else was in need of our services and it never ceased. Of course that's a good thing from a business standpoint but it can become quite tiring and exasperating. As of last night, things seemed to have finally calmed down so today I am taking some

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At sixty eight her beacon failed and sunshine turned to gloomand like the rose caught in a storm that day she lost her bloomThe flicker deep within her eyes just left as seconds passedand when she drew that long slow breath who knew it was her lastGone from sight yet in your heart it lessens not the painthat comes from losing one you love my heart it bears her stainShe taught me how to live and

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