Torvy
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^that could have been me. Fortunately, mom made it through the troubles. Retired RN. Daily Mass warrior. They were actually married in San Jose in 1955.
I don't remember which parish. The family lore is that it burned down shortly after.San Jose California, St. Martins, 1959…
RN 2 blocks away at O’Conner Hospital…
That's why the new lady friends.Alzheimer's sucks.
We put our son's ashes on his favorite place where he'd sit out in the back in the woods overlooking the creek. No cost.My Grandfather always wanted to be cremated and so he was. He wanted his ashes dispersed on his farm. My grandmother couldn't bear the thought of that so she had his ashes buried!
That meant they had to be placed in a concrete vault and I believe it cost about $10K, (1985).
We made a lot of choices back then which were based on emergency dialogs. It was supposed to be temporary, yet got dragged out for whatever reason. Now it seems some of those "temporary measures" have become long term, and I wonder what we have given up.mom was not able to understand why everything changed… why could no longer visit with cherished neighbors… why no one came to visit… no contact with loved ones and as a daily attendee of Catholic Mass… no more mass
It was a family plot, pre-paid graves for grandparents & their (Downs Syndrome) son.We put our son's ashes on his favorite place where he'd sit out in the back in the woods overlooking the creek. No cost.
Have no clue why even in 1985 you would have to place cremated ashes in a vault?
That said, went to a funeral here in NC where the body was laid to rest in the back yard. After looking, only like 4 states outlaw private burials on your own property.