“Most people are not really scared of death. They are merely terrified of being taken to a mortuary and/or being buried or cremated and/or being forgotten.”―
L E S T W E F O R G E T T H E I R C O U R A G E A N D S T R U G G L E
This week’s Wednesday Challenge on partner Susan and my alternate site, WEEKLY PROMPTS, ws the word BOUNDARIES.
There is an invisible boundary in all our lives between life and death. So many unknowns to ponder. So many emotions and doubts about a promised after life. This article deals with viewing cremation during this extreme time of death and suffering as a humane alternative to the traditional plot burial.
Thanks to the COVID 19 virus the bodies of its innocent victims are being loaded onto tractor trailers and death tallies continue to register the names and the dates of its innocent victims.
The young , old, infirm, black, white and folks of all ethnic origins are falling prey to this insidious killer who has no boundaries placed on its malevolent rampage across the globe.
Funeral homes are being flooded as the death count continues to rise. The number of the dead awaiting a decent burial has outpaced the capacity and the capability of many such establishments to handle the influx .
Although my next thoughts may seem cruel I suggest that grieving families allow these homes to cremate their deceased family members instead of hoping that a place in a traditional plot will be found for them.
Many people feel that a burial plot and tombstone are the right and proper way to remember their dead. Under normal circumstances I would agree with them. My own father passed away and my family visited his grave regularly. This action gave us a sense of closure. He was in our prayers and we could visit him whenever we wished.
I suggest that states like New York, Philadelphia, California and others experiencing the fatal ravages and deaths of this novel virus create a memorial similar to the Vietnam War memorial of the heroes who died in that conflict.
A person’s loved ones would be publicly remembered and their names immortalized for all time.
The state legislatures could work out the details and family members could have their own form of closure on the matter.
Death might be the great equalizer but being remembered after our own demise is a human desire.
We have all become citizen soldiers battling this invisible, insidious and indifferent biological foe.