Cremation

Hi,

The only reason I want to respond to this thread is for my personal belief in Cremation.

This is Not directed at anyone either!

Last year February 26th, 2003. My daddy committed suicide due to Cancer and Lou Gehrigs disease. He shot himself in the head with a .357 revoler hand pistol. Here is more from "My Story" at Kristi Ann's Haven about my daddy;

My Earthly daddy never went to Church, he was very bitter for some reason or another about Church. It wasn't until later in his life, that he told my mother, "Do you believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit". Well, this over-joyed my mother and I, so many years of praying, God answers prayers in His timing not ours.

Only at this time my Earthly daddy had cancer of the rectum, colon, plus Lou Gehrigs disease. The Lou Gehrigs took my daddys mobility, and the when the cancer spread to his liver, it was very painful. One day while my mother was getting the mail and newspaper last year February 26th, 2003. The Post Office Box and newspaper is 7 miles from where they live in very Northern California. At this time my daddy was in a wheelchair because of the Lou Gehrigs disease. My daddy used to be an avid out doors man, hunting, raising horses. My mother and father lived so remotely in Very Northern California, near Eureka, California. That it usually takes 45 minutes to drive and get the mail and newspaper. While my mom was gone, my daddy rolled himself out too the middle room where his gun reloading bench was, he used my mothers .357 revolver and shot himself in the head, he committed suicide because of the cancer and Lou Gehrigs, both were Very painful. I live in Very Northern, Oregon is a city called Gresham, Oregon. A Deputy Medical Examiner came and gave me the news of what happened around 8:30pm. A Deputy Medical Examiner came and gave me the news. I had a lot of grief over this; my Earthly daddy and I were estranged from each other. We didn't talk to each other for four years. I wanted too, however he wouldn't talk to me. I am an only child of my mother and father, which hurt me a lot. What hurt my mother and I the most, we both didn't get to say goodbye to my daddy. My mother found my daddy on the floor when she came home with the mail and newspaper in a pool of blood. My mother and father were married 45 years! Not being able to call me because she was very upset about this (which, I understand). The Deputy Medical Examiner had to give me the news about my daddy. I had a job then and my employer wouldn't give me emergency time off from work. I couldn't sleep that night and I had to be at work at 9:30am that morning. A good friend of mine in Oregon came to stay with me to calm me down. I thank God for friends like her! It's a little more than a year later; my mother gets grief therapy in a support group. I haven't had any yet, I believe God has helped me with my grief. Thank God for taking this from me!! My mother and I see it this way. Since my Earthly daddy professed his Faith, my mom and I see him in Heaven, New Body, no more pain and whole again, most of all smiling. Sorry for the long story.

I Love God, when I had no daddy on Earth, I grabbed onto my Heavenly Father God (Daddy). Thank God for Jesus and the Holy Spirit, YaY! Woo hoo!

Blessings, \o/

KristiAnn