I already told my kids and other family members I want to be cremated and that if they don't do it and decide to put me in the ground, I'll come back and haunt each and every one of them. Once cremated, they can toss the ashes any place or put 'em in a jar and bring me around at family gatherings to enjoy some memories and have a good laugh. When that gets old, throw the dang jar out!
Once I'm gone, it really doesn't matter what's said, that's only for the living any way. And anything I do have when I exit, goes to my girls. Real simple, just how I like it. About the only other thing I asked be done, is that they get in touch with my spiritual teacher so he can perform the ceremony for the dead according to my beliefs.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming...DAMN! What a ride!
Elzie V Gayle, 55, of Westminster, CO, passed away July 20. Born Dublin, TX, 07/21/1950. Father of three sons and one daughter. USAF Vietnam Vet, Licensed aircraft mechanic, President and CEO AIROLIV, Inc. He was a good man to his family and friends and brotherhood. Family requests in lieu of flowers, donations may be made to The Melanoma Research Foundation, 24 Okd Georgetown Road, Princeton, NJ 08540, or the Miriam R. Hart Radiation Therapy Center, 905 Alpin Ave, Boulder CO 80304. Visitation Thursday 4-7 PM. Services Friday at Fairmount Ivy Chapel. I will look like myself. Forget the 10 bucks I owe ya Joe. Military Service at Ft. Logan national Cemetery, Staging Area "B" at 1pm. Huge party at Danes home after the ceremony. No cryin' just remember my laugh and my smile and the crazy rides we did together. Talk about me behind my back and have fun. LRB
HERE LIES PARSLEY! She added spice to all our lives/and left us rightly seasoned/immortalized by Simon and Garfunkel/who needs a better reason?Than you'll find in Scarborough Fair/ oh that someone would remember us all thus;"she once was, a good friend of mine"....hope u dont mind my version girl, the emotions of your own obit got to me, haha
Parsley died on a beautiful Indian summer day rounding a curve on her beloved motorcycle - while day dreaming(hey sh*t happens).
She was born content, and went out the same way. After living for 24 years with a man who denied her love, freedom and expression, she was reborn a new woman in 2003 and promptly bought her first motorcycle.
Parsleys major accomplishments included raising two incredible human beings, maintaining her integrity throughout all situations, and enjoying each moment as if it were her last.
She will be offered up to the sky for her remains to be given back to the earth in a day or two (I have no idea. I would love to be put on one of those Indian contraptions where the sun and the birds do their thing, leaving nothing but bones.)
Contributions can be made to those members of bikerkiss that are dreaming of a motorcycle of their own.
No. I didn't take it from anywhere but my mind. : )
However I do like the way you think. On Hwy 20 in Washington State, there's an S curve up in the mountains, with a long deep drop. From the beginning of the curve to the end, going straight across, it's about a half mile. I've often thought that were I to come down terminal, I'd try to jump that ravine.
Wouldn't make it, of course, but it would be a bodacious ride. : )
i'm not afraid to think about my death, or even write an obit - i'll try to get one down, and put it here soon...my only thing is, i hope i go on my bike. that way i know, i'll have gone out happy. i can't think of a better way to take my last breath.
I Had to write one for a brother. It was one hard trial to get it down and my heart hurt for days. So when I go, just let the wind whisper my name and let my laughter echo in the minds and hearts of the ones I love.