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Visiting Graves -Serbian Orthodox Style

6/24/2015

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This last weekend when we went to my father’s grave, we grabbed what we call our portable church and small bottle of red wine and headed out.  I don’t always take the box or wine with me, but the portable church comes in handy when we gather as a group at the grave.  My husband and I put together the portable church when his father died so that we would have everything we needed when we visited the grave.  In this dollar store box we gathered: coal, incense, foil for the coal, candles and printed prayers.  Over the years we added the small hand cross and a book of prayers for the sick and suffering, which we added when my mother-in-law was in the hospital after her fall.  We added the coal tongs, something I inherited from my father after his death, which makes lighting coal for the incense so much easier.  We keep the candles in the box even though the cemeteries we frequent have no place to leave candles.  I suppose hope springs eternal. 

Why do we bring wine to a grave?  I know I would have wondered too.  My father-in-law’s death taught me many things, but one of the most important things was what we do at the graves of our loved ones-Serbian Style.  The day following his funeral, when all the fervor died down, the closest family members got into a car and drove to the cemetery.   We brought wine with us.  My husband prayed and blessed the grave with the wine.   There we were in our grief, just those closest to Tata, blessing the grave.  It remains such a beautiful and sorrowful memory for me.  My husband later worried that no one would pour wine on his grave.  He need not have worried.  Our first-born was born just a month and a half following my father-in-law’s death so our children have visited graves all their lives.  When they were very little I would take the boys to Deda’s (Grandfather’s) grave.  They must have seen us use wine because my youngest realizing I had no wine with us, poured some juice from his sippy cup on his Deda’s grave.  This last weekend, it was he who volunteered to bless his Granddad’s grave with wine.

Why would we bless graves with wine?  It seems perhaps pagan.  Quite possibly it began in pre-Christian times.  I am almost sure of that.  What I love so much about Orthodoxy is that we can incorporate different cultural and religious aspects into the prayer life of the church.  We “baptize” them so to speak. The wine is simply a blessing of the grave done by the laity (those not ordained to the priesthood). 

We gather at graves and offer prayers for our loved ones.  Prayer for us is an act of love.  When we pray for the dead, we affirm our belief that even though we die, we are alive in Christ.  Since Orthodoxy has a strong belief in the holiness of the created, we incorporate different aspects of creation when we pray: incense from the tree, beeswax candles from the bees, wine from grapes etc.   Not all orthodox take wine to graves, not all bring incense with them, but we all pray at the graves.  I married into a Serbian family, so I have taken on Serbian traditions.  I cannot speak to Russian, Greek or Arabic traditions.  I would love to know how we differ on visiting graves.  The next time you see people gathered at a grave pouring wine on a grave, you might have a better understanding as to what is going on. 

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Remembering Fathers on Father's Day

6/17/2015

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I find June a difficult month because of so many different and painful dates: Father’s Day, my father’s birthday and anniversary of his death.  I often do not want to look too closely at how I’m feeling.  I miss my daddy a lot. I miss him and wish we could have more time together, but that is the way with death.  We are physically separated from those we love and miss their presence in our life. This weekend reminds me so keenly that my daddy is no longer with us. 

Father’s Day also reminds me that all my other fathers are no longer with alive: my grandfathers, my father-in-law, and my seminary father confessor. These men have formed me in one way or another.  I have grown through their love, direction and support. I miss them dearly.  I am grateful for everything they shared with me.  I am a lucky woman to have had such an amazing strong group of men in my life. 

This weekend we honor our fathers.  Fathers come in all shapes and sizes.  Sometimes we are not blessed with strong and good fathers.  Sometime we have to find a father in someone else.  Fathers are like that.  Sometimes we get to pick them.  Often they pick us. You always know who the mother of a child is, but that is not always the case with a father.  Sometimes a father is the one who claims the child and takes responsibility for that child’s life and it might have nothing to do with biology and everything to do with love.  On Sunday, let us remember and celebrate the men who have fathered us. 

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Children's Graves

6/10/2015

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The death of a child rends the heart.  Often we who have not lost a child do not understand or dare to allow ourselves to understand the depth of pain.  Perhaps by looking at children’s graves we might begin to understand.  These were lives filled with potential.  Potential is endless which makes the grief so difficult to bear at times.  Maybe when we meet someone who has lost a child we might remember the tenderness of these well-tended graves and be kind to those who grieve deeply. The loss is great.  The pain is great.  The love is great.

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Helping Face Death

6/3/2015

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Death can happen anytime and sometimes without warning.  Naturally, when someone close to us suffers grief, we want to help them in anyway we can.  Some of us would love to help plan a memorial event.  The fact of the matter is that we cannot help unless asked.  I have attended funerals of someone I know, and see that the family has picked out a metal or an obviously expensive coffin.  I am saddened by it, and I will never say a word to them about it.   Our job as close family members or friends is to support those who have lost someone, not tell them they have done something wrong.

There are those who I believe are obligated to help families plan funerals and burials.  I believe that members of the clergy must play a central role in assisting members of their congregation prepare for death and all the rituals that follow.  Clergy are often one of the first ones called in a death and should have a basic understanding of the death care industry and how it works.  I know one clergy member who attends every meeting at the funeral home with his people.  Some members of the industry do not like clergy attending. Some clergy do not feel that it is their place to be with the family as they make choices about a funeral.  I am of the opinion, that having an objective person benefits families not only with the religious aspect of the funeral, but to help his or her people who are often overwhelmed in the face of planning the funeral.

So, what of those who do not belong to a spiritual community?  Are they at the mercy of the industry?  I hope not.  I hope that those who read this blog and books of similar topics will be ready when and if someone asks for your advice. When someone close to you dies, offer your time and let the family know you will do what they need for you to do.  If you are open about death, those around you will know that you are someone they can approach.  It’s a great gift to them that someone they know will not flinch when death is the topic.  Don’t be fooled.  I have brought down more parties and gotten more odd looks in restaurants while talking about death than I care to count.  I will go right on speaking.  I might not give all the details, but I will continue to speak and I encourage you to as well.  Our free words about such a taboo subject help bring death out of the closet one conversation at a time.  In doing this, we help those around us.

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    Caroline Vuyadinov


    I graduated from St. Vladamir's Orthodox Theological Seminary in Crestwood, New York with a Master of Divinity.  I trained as a chaplain following graduation and worked with a wide variety of people. 

    When I moved to Canada, I began work in a women's halfway house in Hamilton, Ontario which worked with women in conflict with the law on a federal level.  I became the program manager and  loved working alongside the women, creating their plans for their reintegration back to the community.  I also worked as a liaison with the parole board, parole officers and other community service providers.

    Upon my return to the United States, I worked in the Death Care Industry as a Family Service Counselor, which lead me to become a green burial advocate. I co-founded Midwest Green Burial Society with Juliann Salinas. I speak  to community groups and have developed practical seminars for a variety of audiences.  I have been interviewed on a national podcast and was featured on a WGN spot dealing with green burial. 

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