Earlier this Spring, I threw some seed down and these beauties sprang from the soil. Wish I knew what they’re called. Last fall, my neighbor let me harvest the seed, she said they were an old plant and didn’t know what they were.
Not only are they beautiful, they are hardy, the soil isn’t that great, and I haven’t done a thing to them. Added bonus: the hummingbirds love them.
If you want some, leave a comment and I’ll share the love.
Peggy Sue Smith, RIP: My nephew had a memorial tattoo done to honor his grandmother, who introduced him to the guitar and paid for lessons.
The crypt directly above Marilyn Monroe’s final resting place is available. Bidding starts at $500,000 on Ebay for one of the most expensive pieces of real estate on the market, based on a per-square-foot basis.
Currently occupied by Richard Poncher, his widow said that when he was dying, Poncher approached her with a request. “He said, ‘If I croak, if you don’t put me upside down over Marilyn, I’ll haunt you the rest of my life.’ ”
Right after the funeral, Mrs. Poncher told the funeral director of her husband’s wish. “I was standing right there, and he turned him over,” she said.
Source: LA Times
When you sell the product that no one wants to buy, it’s always good to hear positive feedback from our customers. So, when one of my customers said it was a pleasure doing business with me, I was skeptical. Really?
And then later, sweet Angela in Indiana sent me a kind word:
I spoke with a very nice lady when I called the 1-888 # to order an urn, I felt like I was talking to a friend. She was so kind. I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for letting us serve you.
The whole reason I forced myself on Anne of Shifting Gears was a post she wrote about her girlfriends. The day I read it I knew I had to reconnect with a childhood friend that over the last few years, frankly, I’ve neglected. Five years after starting my own business I realize that in building it, I’ve let my friendships fade. She reminded me the importance of nurturing this part of life.
In our conversation, she also mentioned that her parents had been cremated and simple wood urns were the natural choice for both parents. They didn’t want their kids to spend a lot on a funeral and didn’t want to be buried. What to do with the urns? One of Anne’s daughters suggested that since they both loved to read, why not use each urn as a bookend until a final resting place could be determined? So, Anne’s parents reside on the bookshelf in her home for now.
Polaroid image courtesy of: Square America
Recently, I had the good fortune to connect with a local blogger who inspired me with several stories of her life experiences. She graciously allowed me to share a very touching memorial service that she participated in:
My dear friend Leslie was my roommate my freshman year at Drury College and also a sorority sister. She died of cancer in 1997 and Sally and I still are pissed at her because she naturally went out in the most awesome way.
Before she died, she instructed her husband, Bob, to take a group of us to Monterey, CA for a weekend – all expenses paid at a B&B including gourmet meals and on her birthday, we all climbed aboard a boat and had the captain take us beyond the 3-mile mark where we had a memorial service and spread her ashes.
Bob brought her favorite flowers, coral roses, for us to throw on top of the ashes and we were all incredibly weepy until somone started telling “Leslie stories” which had us all in tears of laughter which lasted through her memorial luncheon at the Monterey Aquarium. Leave it to Leslie to set the bar so damned high in life AND in death!
At my great-Uncle’s funeral my uncle (my great-uncle’s nephew) was talking to his cousin ( the daughter of the deceased) outside of the church. His cousin was holding a small wooden box and after a few minutes, my uncle noticed it looked like she was having a hard time holding it, so he said, “Well, I’ll let you go inside and dump your load” to which she replied, “It’s dad.” Awkward.
From: Awkward Family Photos
Image: LP Cover Lover
While digging through the archives we were reminded that American Indians have the highest per-capita participation in the armed services of any ethnic group*.
In a 2005 post, this journalist describes the powerful effect that the Marine memorial tradition of the Kevlar helmet mounted atop the soldier’s rifle with dog tags and boots had on her at memorial service held in Iraq.
Military Flag Case Urn
*Source: American Sociological Association
