Marker

I have been asked about having a marker on my grave. This is a very interesting subject. Let's look at what it is saying. To have to put my name in stone somewhere must mean that I am worried about being forgotten when I leave this life?

Do you remember your great-grand parents? Is it important to remember them longer than you can think back? When we remember people who have moved on, do we tug on their energy while they are in service somewhere else?

Let's take a walk through a cemetery. If we are in an older section, most of the information has been lost to the elements. Why do you think that this is so, basic recycling of the stones? Or is it a way to help everyone to move ahead without strings attached to a three-dimensional world?

If you are ordering your own headstone, perhaps it is an ego trip where one needs to be remembered by anyone that passes. The people to whom you have left an impression with (favorable or not) will remember you as long as they have memory.

Personally I do not want a marker at all. I plan to be cremated and left in a woods with my friends, the plants that have given me so much over the years. My marker could be my teachings, my students, my books and all the memories that I invoke in the people that I knew.

Now let's look at the big picture. How many markers have my name on them at the present time? Is there one written in Chinese sitting near a temple in Southern China? What kind of a marker was put up in the old west (USA) for me? Was it just two pieces of Manzanita tied together with my bandana? In 1922, did someone put a marker up for the farmer that died under a bridge? (see story called 1922. Found in my older blog. www.maggiebrowneakaphyllisheitkamp.blogspot.com)

Do we need to be remembered for generation after generation? All my genealogy friends can send their opinion to: oakwelherb@aol.com