The last few months have been just emotionally and physically exhausting. It’s brought out deep dark seeded thoughts that I had thought were gone forever, but apparently they aren’t. I had to run to the store today to buy crickets and worms for Draco when a song came on the radio and my mind went down that dark road… I started thinking of my funeral. How it’s going to happen, where, who will come, who will even care. I mean I know my husband will, and my kids will be devastated, and a few family members and friends.. but I doubt I’ll fill an entire funeral home, like my mother and father did. It’s not that I’m not as nice as they were, maybe I’m just not as well known. Maybe it’s because I suffer from severe depression and anxiety disorder and people can’t understand it and just discard me like yesterday’s trash because “I’m so negative”. You’d be amazed at how many times I’m told “JUST GET OVER IT”… yeah if it were only that easy. Anyways, the song was..
Anyways, I got to thinking “Does my husband know everything I want for my funeral”. I mean I know he knows I want to be cremated and I know he knows a couple of the songs I want so I figured, hey this would be a good blog. This way when the times come not only does my husband and children know, my family knows.
First off, I don’t want a funeral. I want those who come to say goodbye to me to be the opposite of how I’ve lived. I want them to be happy. To be worry free about me. To know that finally I have found peace and serenity. I want them to have a party, if I were Irish I’d say have a Wake instead. Celebrate the things I did manage to accomplish and forget the thing I failed on.
There are a few songs I want played, the first one is the video I posted earlier. Here is my list for the rest.
1> Don’t you cry tonight . Guns and Roses
2> November Rain. Guns and Roses again
3> Don’t fear the reaper . Blue Oyster Cult
4> Dust in the wind. Kansas
5> Home Sweet Home.. Motley Crue
That’s it… There are a hundred more I could list but I don’t think people will want to be there for hours so.. just those. If anyone wants to request a song that reminds them of me, let em. I mean they are there to celebrate my life so whatever makes them happy, let them have it.
There are a few people I do not want there. I have thought about it and have decided that if they can’t be in my life while I am alive, they can’t celebrate my life after. First off, I do not want my mothers other daughter there. Now mom had 3 girls, and Michelle had better be there!!! As for that other one, no. Absolutely not. And my husband has direct orders to remove her should she show up, which I doubt she would anyways. ANYONE who has unfriended me on facebook. Fuck them. If they couldn’t handle my “posts” they don’t get to celebrate my life.
I want to be cremated. Don’t you dare put me in a box in the ground. I will come back and haunt the shit out of anyone who puts me in the ground. I really like the idea of having my ashes mixed in with soil and a tree planted. I’d like to be a Weeping Willow if possible.
Let my kids and husband decide where to plant my tree. My husband and kids get my possessions. They get to decide what they want to do with them, as I don’t have much. My son knows he gets my cross and necklace, Shelby gets my rings and earrings. My clothes I want donated to a foundation that helps women who have manged to escape an abusive marriage/man and have to start all over again with nothing.
I don’t want anyone to give a Eulogy.. naw.. that’s a lot to put on one person. I want everyone who wants to to tell a story about something we did. Some craziness from our pasts together. I want to look down and see everyone laughing at the stupid shit I managed to get away with.
So there ya have it. That’s what I want and now it’s forever written into universe. Oh, and if my husband puts any pictures of me up, he’d better use the flattering one’s.