As I was paging thru my bible this morning I came across a small clipping that I had cut out and saved some time in the past.
It held meaning to me for several reasons – first is memories of when my grandmother died in 1946.  I remember watching so many relatives, aunts and uncles, and others of the family come to see gramma’s body (she was gone from it).  I remember hearing so many of them moaning about not having come to see her before she died – they could have but didn’t.  It was at that point in time, I was 6 years old,  that I resolved to never become like them.  That I would do all I could to see and say to those I love BEFORE they died.  I resolved to NOT be one who attends a funeral or memorial service with REGRETS over having not done what I could while the person was alive.  So far I have been able to keep that resolution.

On the same line I have told and left written instructions to my family that I do not want a big service when I go home.  I do not want any big headstone and I don’t want anyone spending time to visit that cemetery or headstone as I will not be there so don’t bother.  They are instructed to not spend one cent more than the law requires to bury a dead body.  No fancy casket – a large black plastic bag is fine with me. –  Remember – I am GONE –  all that is left is some dying flesh and bone.  Why would you put those remains in some fancy box and bury the box??  I don’t understand that mindset at all.
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”

The only folks I mourn over are those who failed or refused to accept Christ as their Lord & Savior.  It is one reason I try so hard to tell folks they need to do so – so that they will be present with the Lord and not seeking someone to dip their finger in cool water to touch their tongue with.   It is why I lift so many in prayer each day.

If others have anything to say to me – say it now.  If they want to give me flowers or some other gift – do it now while I can appreciate and enjoy the gift…  not so the flowers can wilt on some pile of dirt – what a waste of money as well as intent.  I see these big funerals as little more than ways to deal with guilt for not doing what they could before the person died.  Much like those relatives of mine did when Gramma died.

Jackie Juntti
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“If you’re ever going to love me,
love me now, while I can know.

All the sweet and tender feelings
which from real affection flow.

Love me now, while I am living;
do not wait till I am gone

And then chisel it in marble . . . .
warm love words on ice-cold stone.

If you’ve dear, sweet thoughts about me,
why not whisper them to me.

Don’t you know ‘twould make me happy
and as glad as glad could be?

If you wait till I am sleeping,
ne’er to waken here again,

There’ll be walls of earth
between us and I couldn’t hear you then.

So, dear, if you love me any,
if it’s but a little bit,

Let me know it now while
living; I can own and treasure it.

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