Walking in the Bardo


This was part of my walk route this morning. Incredible, no? This cemetery is right down the road, but until today it never occurred to me to turn in and go through during my morning walk. Not because it’s creepy, because it isn’t (at least by day). I guess it felt a bit… off, treating it like vista instead of a visit to pay respects.
 
But today I went in. Walking through it is very different than driving by. Beautiful, with nature and topography defining the land. Headstones of different shapes, sizes, and ages follow the hilly contours. Flowers and rows of small pebbles suggest which ones have visitors and which just have vines.
 


It got me wondering how many people are buried vs. cremated these days, and whether there’d eventually be a tipping point — a byproduct of land-use politics, organ donation breakthroughs, environmental concerns. As it turns out, it’s already happening. Three years ago was the first time the number of cremations exceeded burials, and it has risen each year since then (*National Funeral Directors Association). In 2035 it’s expected to be 80 percent. That’s a big leap in our lifetime.
 

I wonder how many people buy family plots anymore? For me the cognitive shift away from burial began when I chose to be an organ donor on my driver’s license, and my concern grew for what we’re putting into the environment. Once the line of thinking drifts from preserving your body to what its usefulness can be, I guess it’s a natural progression. Which might make cemeteries of the future an even more historical and contemplative walk.

 
 
 
 
 
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Published on October 23, 2018 21:30
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message 1: by Dolly (new)

Dolly Cemeteries are not creepy to me, they are beautiful, serene places. On the rare occasions I find myself in a cemetery where my loved ones are buried, I do not feel anything. Because they are not there. I feel closer to them in the quiet of my home when I think of them. I honor my parents annually by sending flowers for their graves on Memorial Day. But they are not there. I remember them each morning when I use my mother's old measuring spoon to make breakfast and I say a prayer for them and tell them I love them.
I choose to donate whatever organs I have that are still useful, even if only for research purposes. And then let my body be cremated.


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