Through Scattered Ashes-The Torch is Passed

From: Kim Shea (kimmiesdesignmine@yahoo.com)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Cherokee North Carolina
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Jul 20 17:08:15 2007

As the soft grey ashes and tiny chunks of bone fell from the silver scoop in my hand, I lifted my eyes to watch as they landed on the lush green leaves of the bush behind the Angel Statue.

Grandpa and Gramma Shea had made a commitment to each other over 25yrs before to be cremated and to have no burial plots. No location on this earth for family and friends to morn their passing. No sobbing in tissues, or tear drenches faces with bloodshot eyes. They would move on and expected us left behind to do the same.

Now as a grandmother myself, I'm glad that it took all of 25yrs for my stubborn Father and Uncle to come to terms and agree on a date and location to scatter the ashes of my wonderful and interesting grandparents.

Gramma was bedridden in the last decade of her life, due to MS (muscular Sclorosis)and studied reincarnation. She had on several occasions had tapes of life readings recorded. Unfortunately, thru her death, and Grampa's just one short year later, the family thread was stretched to it's limits and left in the sun to rot, until like the ashes we scattered no resemblence of its original state could be recoginzed.

We have never been a close family...my Mother and Father had divorced when I was only 2yrs old. I had a visit from my father for barely an hour when I was 7yrs old, and saw him again for a long weekend the summer I turned 14.

That was the year I learned about my Grandmothers involvement with reincarnation.

Growing up in Miami Florida, I had seen My Fathers Parents enough times to feel comfortable when my Mother asked me if I wanted to spend part of the summer with my cousins (my uncle's children)and my older brother at my Grandparents "camp" in North Carolina.

That summer I read Edgar Casey and Ruth Montgomery's works and sat by my Grammas' side listening to tapes of her hypnotic past life recollections. I knew some day I would become active in the study, myself.

When I got the call from my Father saying we were joining together as a band of five to act out their wishes,and scatter their ashes on the Hills of Cherokee North Carolina, I was excited to be a part of that all important day.

My Grandmother was the oldest of nine children; her youngest sister-who wasn't much older than my Father, My Father, Uncle and my older brother and I were the only family present. The sound of the drums from the Indian Reservation, below the hill where we stood, rang out filling the air, "Good Bye Gramma-I Love You" I said to myself, turning and dipping the scoop into the second jar, for "a scoop of Grandpa"!! "Good Bye Grampa-I Love you too!", I said to myself.

I stepped back, took pictures of the angel, the coating of dust on the leaves, and the faces of family members. No one said a prayer, no one sat on the bench to recall stories, they walked back to the car, climbed in and silentely drove back down the hill to meet other family members waiting at the "tourist site" below.

Is this all there is to MY FAMILY??? There's got to be more!! I expected my Great Aunt, (who tells me we met when I was young)to enlighten me, to be my "spiritual leader"!!! Nothing!! She knew nothing!

I'll have to close this story for now.....ahhhh, the cliffhanger trick.....Yes there's more. When I write again, I'll tell you about the recorded tape of Gramma's hynotic reading that vanished, and how I am now on a quest for answers on my own.

Bye for Now, Kimmie