We baby boomers are going to think of new ways to grow old and die. If scattering ashes is still considered relatively environmentally ok when I die a couple of decades hence, this is where I will ask them to disperse them.
Touching base with the reality of my time left here on earth had been a great way to immediately see what things truly are worth spending time on. What is not: thinking about what others think of me. What is: thinking about how others view life. What is not: trying too hard to make money. What is: spending money more thoughtfully. What is not: filling time with obligations and activities. What is: savoring experiences.
This is my grandparents grave. And what remains of them are their creative characteristics in the relatives around me, the memory of my grandmother's laugh, and my grandfather's perseverance to believing in himself as a writer. I can lean on that to get through my last two decades (optimistacally!) with confidence and peace.