Re: Home burial
When my parents died, I followed the Jewish tradition; they were buried in a plain casket with no finish, just bare wood, in a Jewish cemetery. It is only a couple of miles from my home.
It is also a Jewish tradition for visitors to a grave to place a rock on top of the gravestone, to show that a mourner had visited. Unfortunately, the cemetery is a memorial park, meaning that there are no upright headstones, only bronze plaques flush to the ground, and stones are prohibited to make maintenance like grass cutting easier.
Nonetheless, I visit often. Someone once said that no one truly dies until there is no one left alive that remember them in life, and it is something I take to heart. Every year, I travel to NJ/NY to visit the graves of my grandparents, where I can leave a stone. I’m sure I am the only one who visits, but their memory is still alive, for me.
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