I was driving past a cemetary the other day and observed a graveside service. I assumed the person who died was old because all of the people paying their last respects were old. But what struck me even more so was the fact that there were so few people there. Was it because the deceased wasn't liked very much or maybe it was because the majority of his or her friends were already dead?
It got me to thinking. We spend a whole lifetime building and cultivating relationships but the longer we live, the fewer friends we end up having in the end. It's a morbid thought for a baby boomer diva who, at this moment, is so full of life.
But we, as baby boomers, must come to terms with the fact that at some point all of is will also travel down that road to final rest. Maybe it's time to make some new "younger" friends.
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Hi, make new friends to attend your funeral? hmmmmmmmm.
Shallow are we? :-)
It seems to me that our generation is approaching ageing and death intelligently. Keep thinking....and thanks for the blog.
Hi Bev--- Thanks for stopping by my blog. It brought me back and I have been reading through some of yours. This one hits the nail right on the head. I am the mother of three baby boomers, therefore, old and losing friends and relatives rapidly. My "honey" and I have been married forever and this week we decided to cash in our gravesites and get a little vault in the cemetery's mausoleum and make an ash of ourselves. We spend half the year in Florida and half in Ohio, so odds are we could be 1,200 miles from home when we bite the dust. It seems that it would be easier for whomever survives to fly home with a little black box for our "boomers" to bury. (It doesn't really worry me, because I know where I am going when I leave this earthly body.) It's really a sad thought that your funeral will be a small affair, because all your friends are gone --- but, it's true. How observant you are. It's nice getting to know you. Oh, yeah, I lived in Nelsonville, near O.U. when I was in the third grade. I would by far rather hear you speak than Matt Lauer.
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