Originally Posted by Ramona Byrd
I've told my kids that I want to be cremated, after the doctors have used whatever parts of my body I'm through with, then I want my kids to hurl my ashes at whatever neighbor I'm mad at at that time. The rest I want put in the mountains in Yosemite where my late DH and I back packed on our honeymoon. Or else in my dear Milton, WV hills where I spent my childhood, wondering over those green, green hills.
My Late DH was cremated, and his ashes spread in the mountains of Idaho where he loved to hunt and fish. I just couldn't put him in a jar or container and keep him in the house. He is free now and has no more pain...