When she's done with it. My siblings and I were gathered for a Sunday dinner this weekend, and Mom pulled out a letter from the University Medical School, responding to an inquiry of hers. She's in her 60s, in good health, but she said she's always wanted to "go back to school," with a wry smile. And she asked us what we thought. Mom's sister died in November. Her family staged a very lovely funeral and burial, customary in our family. She views funerals as "expensive." She'd rather us kids have the money. I'd rather take my share of those few thousand dollars and give Mom a proper farewell. Funerals are for the living. Dammit, she's the one who raised me to believe so. My brother left the room. My sister said she was fine with whatever Mom wanted to do. I said I needed time to think about it. I don't want to talk to my friends about this. So I'm asking you, strangers in an open forum. I'm Mom's eldest son, and while she doesn't want my last memory of her to be her body lying in a casket, I don't want to have nightmares of medical students poking at my mother's corpse with a scalpel and forceps...any more than I already have.
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