Lyn Long body cremation, burial, memorial service requests (as of 3/20/16)
[emailed to Mindy, Thad, Andy and Steve for their information]
Mom would prefer no involvement of a funeral home, opting for ambulance transport to College of Medicine and simple worship service at First Presbyterian, BG. She has made arrangements for her body to be taken by College of Medicine at UT for scientific study and then cremation. We will then bury the cremains in Meridian Cemetery outside of Abingdon, IL, in Lot #57 beside her beloved Clifford Allan.
At the Time of Death http://www.utoledo.edu/med/depts/neurosciences/donation.html
At the time of death, the person or institution in charge should call the College of Medicine (419-383-4109) for permission to have the remains accepted by the Neurosciences Department. The estate or family is responsible to arrange for transportation of the body to the College of Medicine. An ambulance service, transportation service, or a funeral home can furnish transportation.
The College of Medicine takes care of all legal forms that must be filed with the local registrar for vital statistics and notification to Social Security.
After we have completed the scientific studies, we will cremate the remains and notify the next of kin by certified mail that the cremains may be obtained for disposition by the family. If the cremains are not returned to the family, we will inter them at Woodlawn Cemetery in Toledo, Ohio.
Burial in Meridian Cemetery beside Clifford Allan Long – Lot #57
MEMORIAL SERVICE DETAILS
POSSIBLE SCRIPTURES include
- John 11: 25-27
- I Corinthians 15:20-26, 51-57
- John 14: 1-7
- Psalm 90: 1-6, 12-14, 16-17
- Psalm 121
- II Timothy 4:6-8
- I Timothy 6: 6-8
- Romans 8: 28
POSSIBLE SONGS include
- Precious Lord
- The Lord’s My Shepherd (Jan. 5, One Year of Hymns book – add 5th verse)
- Hymn of Promise (by Natalie Sleeth)
- I Was There to Hear Your Borning Cry
- I’ll Fly Away
QUOTES/POETRY
“Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp, because the dawn has come”
“Gone From My Sight” by Henry Van Dyke
[INCLUDE IN THE WORSHIP BULLETIN IF POSSIBLE]
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.” Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me — not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone,”
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”
And that is dying…
Death comes in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.