My Father’s Final Gift to Us? He Planned a Natural Burial
His bluegrass band at the gravesite? Check. No embalming? Check.
Bee Natural Farm,
Bee Natural Farm
I got shoes, you got shoes, all of God’s children got shoes.
When we get to heaven gonna put on our shoes
and gonna walk all over God’s heaven, heaven, heaven.”
Mallory McDuff teaches at Warren Wilson College in Asheville, NC, where she lives on campus with her two daughters. She is the author of the books "Natural Saints" (OUP, 2010), "Sacred Acts" (New Society Publishers, 2012), and co-author of "Conservation Education and Outreach Techniques (OUP, 2015). Her essays have appeared in BuzzFeed, The Rumpus, Full Grown People, Sojourners, Literary Mama, and more. Find her at: https://mallorymcduff.com/
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