Life is weird.
I had a conversation with my aunt about what to do with the ashes after Mom was cremated. She’s got the ashes of my father, grandfather, grandmother, her husband, 2 geese and her boxer all in a closet. It’s quite the collection.
There’s a fabulous story in my family of when my great uncle’s ashes were scattered off the bridge on Chicken Bridge Road in Chatham County. His wife was wailing and it was very solemn until a gust of wind came up under the bridge and blew most of Uncle JO back upon the mourners standing there. I think I took more of him home with me than what made it to the waters below.
Anyway, ‘picking up Mom today at 10. I’d take her to a bar somewhere and have a drink, but she wasn’t the drinking kind.