“What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.”
I do not fear death. But, for years I really, really feared what would happen when I died — an open casket funeral and underground burial.
Lying in rest, while family and friends, pass by to view my remains in an open casket is not what I want for their lasting memory of me.
I want them to remember when I was living life to its fullest — at peace, happy, joyful, and with Hubby, the love of my life at my side.
So, I would choose to have this photo enlarged and placed on an easel beside my closed casket.
Some people fear heights, I fear being underground. As a child, I feared going in the basement to help Mama with the laundry because it was wet, dark, and dingy.
When I was a pre-teen, I experienced a major panic attack during a school trip to an underground cave.
About ten years ago, Hubby and I went on a cruise, which docked for a day in Barbados. Since, we were with three other couples, I reluctantly agreed to an excursion at an underground mine. Holding tightly to Hubby’s hand, I got through the excursion, but I came close to having another panic attack.
Hubby and I decided shortly after this last experience, that we did not want an underground burial.
And, we broke a long-standing family tradition, when we purchased two individual above-ground crypts at a burial site designated for those who served in the military:
Because I made choices, prior to dying, I no longer live with the fear of an open casket or an underground burial.