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Words From the Grave

Updated on June 4, 2013
Arlington National Cemetery
Arlington National Cemetery

Words From The Grave

I recently attended the funeral of a well-known and well-loved businessman in our community. His passing came unexpectedly for a man of his age and lifestyle. The people of our small community know each of the members of his family by name and the news of his passing circulated through town in a matter of hours. The effect of his passing was evident by the standing room only, in the over-flow room of the church, where his funeral was held. The line of cars that followed the hearse to the cemetery was well over a mile long, and traffic came to a complete stop as cars, trucks, and busses pulled to the side in a show of respect.

A large crowd gathered around the graveside, despite the stifling summer heat, as prayers were said, a song was sung and the family was showered with love. Watching this emotionally charged scene, I couldn’t help but wonder what words of comfort this departed man would have left for his grief stricken family, had he known his time in this life was over.

This made me ponder, what message would I like to leave my family on that day when my work is done, and life has come to its end? I sat on a bench at the cemetery, jotting down a few things as the cars full of friends and loved ones left. When I read all that I had written, I knew what I wanted to say to those I leave behind. I am a person of faith, and as such, death for me is nothing to fear, it is simply a transition to another, better place. My desire is that my passing will not be a cause for sadness, but a celebration of my life and all I’ve accomplished. With that in mind, I wrote the following poem that I hope is read at my graveside service.

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I sure hope the vault won’t rust

But if it does, and the worms crawl in,

Please don’t dig me up again

I’m at rest please let me be,

I’ll be sitting at my Savior’s knee

Don’t be sad that I’ve left this place

I promise, I will save you a space

I’ll meet you at the Pearly Gates

So do what’s right, cause we’ve got a date

Please dry your tears and lift your chin

For one day, we’ll be together again


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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      Thank you for the nice comment and the vote, Story.

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      Barbara 5 years ago from Stepping past clutter

      You are a pragmatist! And a funny one, at that. Thank you for this sweet hub. Voted "useful" -odd as it seems. I find it very much so, in a world that denies death's reality.

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      miss_jkim 6 years ago

      I couldn't agree more, ubanichijioke. Living a Godly Life is not just the in-thing, it's the ONLY thing!

      Thanks for stopping by, and God Bless.

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 6 years ago from Lagos

      You have strong faith that were you are going is better than were you are. That will give them a good assurance. But the in-thing is to live a godly life. Great hub voted beautiful

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      And, epigramman, I humbly bow. Thank you for such praise. It is words such as these, that fuel my desire to write.

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      epigramman 7 years ago

      I am so honored and glad to have met you here at these pages of hub - you are such a captivating writer full of great thought and perception. Bravo!

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you Koffee,

      I look forward to reading your posts & comments.

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      Susan Haze 7 years ago from Sunny Florida

      I love your poem. Your writing and your hub is superb. Keep writing I will keep reading. Welcome to hubpages.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      M Selvey,

      I send to you, my heartfelt condolences at the loss of your mother. It is a very difficult thing to lose a parent.

      I am glad that you found some comfort in this post and I hope you will receive a touch of healing as well. I know your heart broken at this time, but as the poem states, and I believe it's true, you will one day be with her again.

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      M Selvey, MSc 7 years ago from United Kingdom

      Having just buried my mother about three weeks ago, I am still raw with grief. Reading the poem you wrote for your funeral was very comforting as you and her share a similar spirit. I could imagine her saying something similar!

      I like what you said also in the comments about how people in our lives preach our funeral - this is so true! It is so important to "leave your mark" in the most positive way.

      Though a sad topic, this was a very uplifting read! Thank you.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Awe Shucks MIMOMA, I'm blushing!

      Writing has always been one of those things that I wanted to do "when I grew up." But you know how life is, you get busy and things change. I too, am proud and honored to have you as a friend, both in the natural and cyber-natural.

      I had to laugh though, at your comment about the mischief coming through my meek and quiet exterior. I guess I had you fooled . . . ;o)

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      MIMOMA 7 years ago

      KIM...This was a delight.. The two Jerry's in my family had done work for this man years ago. When told about his death this past weekend...They two had only good words for him.

      I am so filled with wonder & pride and smiles when I read ur stuff. Wonder, that I never knew you had all this talent hidden inside the meek, quiet lil Kim..Pride, that I KNOW YOU; Have known you for several years, that we are friends in real life but cyber friends too. Smiles, becuz your writting always has a smile in it, a tiny almost hidden "gotcha". You have a way of getting ur mischief across while relating the look from ur dad to U in the back seat of the car after throwin ur brother's nose out the window. LOL

      AGain, I enjoyed this very much

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago


      I once heard someone say that the people in our lives preach our funeral.

      I believe this is true; I've been at funerals of those whose lives have been sad and pitiful and the "few" in attendance have confirmed this fact.

      On the other hand, as in the case of this funeral, this man touched the lives of so many and the entire community as a whole.

      Perhaps we should each take a moment and consider what kind of legacy we will leave behind because, as you said, we never know when our time is up.

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this post.

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      Like a thief in the night we never know when our time is up and the grim reaper or angel of God comes for us. This man was loved by many by the way you describe his standing in your community. I am certain he will be happy that he left a legacy of love from people who liked and admired him.

      I agree with you what do we leave, if taken suddenly from our position in life and our family, friends and all loved ones? I for one would would want to leave this world LOVED. Thanks for the share.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      I do hope so, thanks for your comment.

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      ladyjane1 7 years ago from Texas

      That was awesome! Im sure that will leave them with a smile on their lips.. cheers.