Best Year Ever-Finishing Business
I declared this would be my best year ever. Demons from the past rented space in my mind. Like David, I got my sling shot. My Goliath had grown over the years into an accumulated giant of 100 dreaded and unfinished things.
Unfinished business lingers hidden away and eventually begins to stink. I discovered when thoughts in our head stink, they affect our heart and create denial or a potty mouth conversation. This year I aimed and hit my target for:
An Unmarked Grave
My Dad’s grave remained unmarked in Kentucky. He died in the late 90’s. Yes, unmarked for over 18 years. For the past 3 years I longed to purchase a marker. I did not have the money.
My stepmother buried him next to my Mom.Two of my sons researched for personal information. From Montana with the help of Jay Steele and Mary Steel at Arnett Funeral home in Pineville, Ky., the VA, my Sons’ Dad (USMC Retired) and his wife, we coordinated, requested and received a marker for his grave from the Veteran’s Administration. My Dad served in WWII.
After my Mother died, Dad changed. He remarried. We were definitely estranged. Before he died, I found him in a nursing where he had declared he would go. During my last visit, he told me he loved me. I didn’t know the miracle I had witnessed. Alzheimer’s had drawn the curtain for his memory. For a moment, God lifted the shade.
I honored the Veteran who raised me. Life isn’t always about feelings. It is doing what is right and seeing others through the eyes of Christ. Thank you God for allowing me to see.
I learned about Ownership of Grave plots.
The lessons were interesting.I sold residential homes for more than 20 years. I thought I knew all about land ownership. Wrong! Legal recordings for grave plots purchased long ago may not be found. Chain of ownership needs to be passed from generation to generation.
Our final residence on earth, may be a grave somewhere, a mausoleum or an urn. Your choice will require money, planning, consideration and reverence. My Lessons From The Grave, will be published as a PDF you may download for Free the end of December.
When I was 7 my Dad would pull up a chair by the upright piano and eat popcorn while I practiced. Later, we sang together. He taught me to drive, skills for maintaining my car, an appreciation for learning. I miss him. Doing the right thing brings a peaceful closure and I can
go forth and prosper,