Yes.
I am waiting
for you
to breathe your last,
to grab your chest
to close your eyes
to see the
Reaper
has my face
my smell
my touch
my voice
in your ear
in the dark
me and you
a standing invitation
honored at last
Daily Addiction Challenge : Gasp
Death
Let’s Put The ” Fun” into Funeral!
This is a traditional solid pine coffin- you can get it in made pine and other materials and it will come in a array of colors too.
And then there are Non Traditional Coffins
They are made to look like ballet slippers and Nintendo game controllers and even cellphones , and then there are coffins like these-
behold
Fantasy Coffins made in Ghana, Africa
Photo A.M. Moscoso
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These fantasy coffins are made to order.
Six people can all order a the same guitar-shaped coffin from a manufacture who specializes in that choice but the African Fantasy Coffins are designed specifically for an individual and reflect an aspect of their personality.
The craftsmen are as involved in the Funeral Planning as the Funeral Director which is not such a bad idea. Death is such an overwhelming process that we can all use a guide or two can only be helpful.
I think if my family had to sit down and design a coffin for me they would go traditional and it would probably be pink because they know I would choose this:
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It’s not an actual coffin.
Yet.
What Remains
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I was leaving work one day, rushing to catch the train because my knee was acting up ( paying me back for all of those times I used it to brace my falls out of trees, those times I threw the weight of the world on it when I was riding dirt bikes and motorcycles) when I had to slow down.
In fact I had to come to a dead stop. So I took a moment to look down from the stairs to the tracks behind my work when I saw a little clutch of men in uniforms- some were law enforcement, others I suppose work for the railroad.
A few late arrivals to the little group trotted up to them and then walked- briskly but a lot more slowly then I would have thought people in a hurry normally moved.
It was hard to see what they were all so interested in.
I had a feeling that whatever they were doing they were keeping a distance from what brought them there.
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I had a train to catch, plus that was the day before my vacation started so after snapping a few pictures that I wanted to send to my friends at work with jokes about Seattle Parking Enforcement and how they really ARE that aggressive about their jobs – I was down the stairs to the tracks and my train.
I forgot all about the pictures on my camera until I got back to work a week later.
That’s when I found out that someone had been hit by a train and behind that cement post was where they were.
In a light hearted moment, I had captured death.
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The faces of the people working there that day are faint, the person who WAS can’t be seen at all. If you want to know the truth, a lot of people have met their end in that spot or very close to it.
All of those moments, the pictures the memories will fade over time.
But I’m down here every single day and something is here, I can feel it.
It’s always dark and it’s always there- you can see it when your eyes are closed.
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Inspirped by The Daily Prompt:
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He Was So Debonair
Over 10 years ago, my cat Wolfgang died and left behind a broken hearted Mom, two dogs who were his sisters and three younger cats- the kittens we called them then and still call them now.
Without Wolfgang his little pack sort of got lost- the Kittens refused to go into the front yard and my dogs- or The Girls as I called them lost the bounce in their step and spent a lot of time in the backyard sleeping.
I figured I’d let them sort it out and a new pack leader would emerge, you’d think that was me but let’s face it. I belonged to Wolfie the same way they did so that didn’t happen.
We were in trouble, when you think about it.
One day a friend of mine brought a stray cat into work- the cat was headed for the humane society and I could tell my friend was not happy about that decision but apparently Kolchak ( as I would name him ) was digging up a flower bed and had made the homeowner mad so Kolchak was caught in a trap.
When I met Kolchak he was in the trap, on his back playing with the handled which he had somehow worked into the cage. He was on his back when he looked up at me with the most devastatingly beautiful yellow eyes and he meowed as if he was saying, ‘ well there you are.’
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I named him Carl Kolchak because my warehouse is part of the Seattle Underground system and my favorite TV hero- Carl Kolchak had the first of his adventures in Seattle’s Underground.
Kolchak was calm, cool and quite the gentleman cat. He never jumped on anyone looking for attention and he always seemed to know when to be there and when to give you your space.
When I took him to the vets for his checkup he walked around the office and on the counter with confidence- nothing rattled Kolchak.
When I took him home, it was like he had always lived there.
The Girls watched him walk around the house and then they followed him- like they used to do with Wolfie.
The holdout was Domino, she didn’t want Kolchak around her. But he persisted in his quiet way and after that he was always at her side- even when she started to suffer from heart failure.
He was there with her the night she died, by her side.
Of course.
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Kolchak and his Domino.
The Kittens- who were actually about 5 years old at the time took to Kolchak right away- he tried to get them to go into the front yard with him and they would if me and Domino went too, but their confidence in that area never came back.
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Kolchak and Baby Hamish
2014
Almost 3 years ago I brought home a little puppy I named Hamish Macbeth and Kolchak did what he did for Domino- when Hamish was little and I was only walking him around the yard and in front of the house Kolchak followed us the entire time.
Sometimes he was more insistent then others that we head back to the house and I always followed his lead- I figured he was picking up on something that wasn’t ” Hamish Friendly”.
That was Kolchak, the big brother, the confident cat that came into a broken little family and put it back together again.
As I said about Carl with love and admiration when I would see him sunning himself, or grooming Hamish or one of his brothers, when he stayed by Domino’s side as her health failed and when he would sit in the back yard wither Cerbie and go after planes and birds-
He was suave and so debonair.
Goodnight Carl Kolchak, we love you so much.
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