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My Mother's Wake and Never Book A Flight on a Full Moon In July, my mother died suddenly and unexpectedly. She died in Las Vegas. There was a grave site waiting for my mother next to my father who is buried in California. The Burial Insurance had lapsed. My sister and I pondered on how we were going to get Mother to California and transport ourselves to California as well. "We are not," I told my sister. We agreed to split the cost of cremation. Mother would have been rolling around in her ashes if she knew what we were doing. "We are not taking her to California," my sister advised us. We'll scatter her ashes along a river in Arkansas. "Isn't that against the Catholic Rules," my youngest brother asked. "I think we can do it as long as she stays in a container, I answered my brother. He suggested that we bury her remains in his wife's family graveyard. A fence post digger should adequately do the job. Legally there the hole had to be at least three feet. Thus the arrangements were made. My oldest brother picked the ashes and was advised to turn them over to the funeral director. He said there would be no funeral director. "Down South, they don't need no funeral director!" an elderly man listening in commented. My younger was in California for the summer with his father. My older lived in California at the time. My boys collected dirt from my father's grave site. I booked a flight for my oldest to travel to West Virginia with the youngest . I should know better than to book a flight on a full moon. There was a security breech which caused a big mess at the Chicago Airport! My boys were stranded in Chicago! I was hysterical as I was talking to the airline. Is that plane going to wait for my boys. Nope! Eventually, I did talk to my sons. The Airport put them up at the Chicago Hilton. They thought it was cool. They were a day late, but we still made it in time after 16 hour drive in time for Mother's Wake. Friar Tuck wasn't there. I did a Pagan Style Ceremony for my Southern Baptist Siblings. I explained the Medicine Wheel, the Red Road/Earth Walk and finally the Blue Road/Spirit World. I gave everyone some dirt from my Father's Grave. We added the dirt to her grave and each shared our relationship and a short story about Mother - We placed her remains in the three foot hole. I placed some crystals and rosary beads in there. My younger brother placed a can of coke in there for Mother. We did an energy circle and released my Mother's Spirit. It may not have been the ceremony that she wanted but we did the best we could with what we had to work with and it turned out all right after all.  Abracadabra  |
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I have a sister and three brothers who all live in Arkansas while I live in West Virginia. We have seperate lives and seldomly talk to each other except for the yearly holiday card thingie. We had to work together to resolve the dilemma involved with my Mother's sudden and unexpected trip to the SpiritWorld. This was actually the first time, we had been together in 13 years. Abracadabra
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My Mother practiced the Catholic Faith. My Siblings are Southern Baptist. I am Unitarian-Universalist which is a more liberal religious order. Cremation were not sanctioned by the Catholic Church in the past - but that has changed. It is now permitted as long as the ashes stay in a container. My brother was concerned about my Mother's Catholic Beliefs and honoring them. Any Emergency room worker or policeman will tell you that strange things happen and things get busy on a full moon. Astrologically what is happening is that the Moon is directly opposite of the Sun. Right now the sun is in Leo, When we have a full Moon - It will be the opposite in Aquarius. During a New Moon, the Sun and Moon are in Conjunction - which means they are in the same sign. Leo Sun - Leo Moon. This is concentrated intense energy. Personally, I don't like booking flights during a New Moon either. Given a choice, I will take my chances with the Full Moon before the New Moon but that is just my experience. Abracadabra
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In West Virginia, I see these types of burial situations more so than in my Native State of California. There are also more family graveyards on private property in this area. I live in an old company house near an abandoned quarry. There are also pastures and cows surrounding my house. On one side is a Mountain. Over the mountain is the company graveyard. There is a family graveyard right in the middle of the cow pasture on the other side of my home. I have been told that my paternal family have a family graveyard in Kentucky. My great great grandparent came to Kentucky from Germany in the 1860's. It may be interesting to visit this site in the future. Abracadabra
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8/8/2006 6:33 pm |
Your burial...saying goodbyes....was done so in "love". I realize that your young life was difficult. You might be surprised to know that several of us had, similar such lives...(but maybe, not  )No matter how difficult anyone's life was...there is always a place where "love" resides. Always. You each did your "own" thing and that makes it "special" in my book and I'm sure Mom was watching down, from some advantage point. Seeing, feeling and believing..... Barbie
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