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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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Have It Your Way

11/12/2014

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As some of you may know, I am an Orthodox Christian, and live by a set of beliefs and traditions. I respect that others also have traditions and strong beliefs that form their lives.  I believe we cannot live our lives unless we have a set of beliefs or principles that guide us.  Even free spirits believe in freedom.  When we are faced with the death of a loved one, it is then that these beliefs and principles give us the strength and guidance to move through grief.  For those of us who have a set tradition or ritual that we follow, this can be a joy, but sometimes we might feel that we have no say in the formal funeral.  After all, the funeral is the formal and public ritual after death.  It might not have the more intimate features needed or desired, but then again it is not designed for that

There are traditional places where intimate forms of grief take place.  A wake, for example, is done customarily at home.   In our modern world wakes take place in public funeral homes making intimacies hard to come by.  We need to reclaim and recreate these more imitate and homey ways to grieve our loved ones and not depend solely on public forms of grief.  We need to take ownership of the process of mourning.  We need not have one ritual or one time set aside for grieving.  The press of people at public funerals often becomes too much, and we want to gather with those close to us to remember.  I am not saying do away with the traditional funeral, do both. Have the public funeral, but also make time to have a gathering with those closest to you to share stories and memories.  This is your grief.  This is your loss.  If you want to take time to gather and share stories, or take time to hike the person’s favourite trail as a memorial, no one will stop you.   It’s time we took responsibility for our own loss, and create ways for us to remember those we miss. 

Memorials can take place anytime and take on the forms that speak to us.  Memorials are about shared love and remembering.  In the end, no one can tell you how to remember someone you love.  No one can tell you that you cannot meet at another time to remember someone.  The sad-joyful work of mourning is ours to manage.  Traditions allow us a chance to not worry about what we do next when faced with life changing events.  I love the traditions in my life.  They are my strength.  Living a tradition should not confine you.  Give yourself permission to remember those who have died in any ways that make sense to you.  No one can take that away from you.


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Remembering Our Loved Ones on Anniversaries 

4/9/2014

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Today is ten years since my father-in-law, Mile Vujadinov, died.  I miss him very much.  My children never met him, but we tell them stories about him all the time.  He was a giant among men. Tata (Serbian for daddy) was imprisoned for three years for trying to defect from communist Yugoslavia, enduring many humiliations during that time.  After his final escape, Tata became a welder by reading a book about welding on his way to Australia.   He apprenticed as a blacksmith so he understood metal, but it was by reading this book that he learned how to weld.  What makes this story even more fantastic was that he never went to school because his family was too poor to afford proper shoes. By the time of his death Tata could speak five languages.  As you can see from the picture, he loved to dance.  I miss him.  Tata’s death was the first death in which I had any first hand experience with the death care industry.  We had no plan at the time of his death, so we did what people do – we did our best.

Saturday we met, prayed and remembered Tata in the church.  We are Orthodox Christians, and we remember the death of our loved ones all the time. We make and serve a sweet wheat dish, zito or koliva.  Basically zito reminds us in death, there is life.  We make it to remind ourselves of the resurrection, and the sweetness of the life-giving tomb.  What I find so interesting is that there are so many different ways to make this dish. I think it is so touching that in death and grief, we serve this sweet dish to remind us not to stay too long in the bitterness, because there will be sweetness again.

Even though I have a tradition that has that allows me to have time set aside to grieve and remember, I think we all can choose to do the same.  For those of us who have lost someone we love, it is good and fitting to remember them in ways that make sense to us.  Why not have a mini-memorial on a big anniversary to tell stories to the younger generation?  It is through the stories that they live in us.  I know stories about my great-great-grandfather and mother and I never met them, but to me they are alive to me in those stories.  Let us feel free to take the time, to remember those who we love and who have gone before us in ways that are meaningful for 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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