Jack of Harts

So I picked up my mom’s ashes yesterday. She wanted to be cremated. I’m sure part of the reason was because it was cheaper. But another definitely is that she had plans for her ashes. We will follow through on those plans before the burial ceremony on the 16th. And then we will have the ceremony and bury the rest of her ashes within sight of where her mom and dad are buried. And her grand parents. Where our family has been buried since the first of them came here. That’s the plan. And picking up the ashes is just one step in that plan. Right? You go to some industrial part of town, go to a nameless industrial building with a big number, drop down a credit card to pay, and walk out. Easy peasy. Right? Wrong. So wrong. I wanted to bring mom home. To live comfortably for the rest of her days. I didn’t want to bring her ashes home. I never wanted that. I never… ever wanted that…