Hello!
Good something to you!
Well is tough morning, I have lost my voice due to a cold. Voice recognition seems to be okay so far bad I have to force my self so that the microphone can pick up something.
Yesterday when my wife came home I talked to her about my final plans on how I was going to go and start paying the funeral off. She wasn't too thrilled about me talking about it and when I told her that I wanted to be cremated and place in a lot I was going to purchase she asked why. I told her because I had seen the place and I'd liked it, it was serene and it would be a nice place for my kids and grandkids to go and visit me and have a picnic at the same time. She didn't like the idea of me being buried somewhere, she asked me why she couldn't keep the remains at the house, that it would make her feel like if I was still there. After much deliberation I agreed that I was going to purchase the cremation package but I would hold on purchasing the lot.
Regarding this whole thing when I was speaking with the person yesterday my youngest daughter walked in, once the gentleman left she came running down the stairs and immediately started looking at the pictures. She worriedly asked what was this about, she immediately had tears in her eyes and asked me if I was dying. I told her I wasn't that I was just preparing so that when I died everything would have been taking care of, the funeral arrangements, what I wanted, the cremation and my resting place. I said I wasn't going anywhere that I was just taking care of things they would have to take care when the moment arrives. She felt better but then before she left she added: "Promise me you're not going to die soon." I told her that I was planning to stick around to see my grandchildren and perhaps my great grandchildren.
Let's hope all this brouhaha is over and we can now move on with our lives...
Take care folks!
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