I was raised a N.Y. Street kid who does not believe in the hereafter.
My wife passed away about a year ago and I had her buried with her parents and her son in N.Y.
Even though I do not believe in the hereafter, I went to visit the grave site on Christmas and I’m going back up this month for her birthday.
This not only has to do with respect for her. But even though I thought I was impervious to feelings every now and then I feel her absence. It’s what I would consider therapy for myself.
Look live is for the living, once life leaves the body it’s nothing more than a shell. But for the ones you leave behind it might be more. Maybe you should take into consideration what you children would like.
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