My mother passed six years ago, give or take. Her remains were cremated and my sister took possession of them. A couple of months ago, she was ready to let go of them. She sent some to a place where they make jewelry out of them (I chose a bead) and then I took the rest to the cemetery back home.
Well, the jewelry finally came and my sister sent me a package with the bead in it. I picked it up and opened the box while I was in the car.
I found the bead (nicely done) and in the package there was a bag with a little container labeled ‘eternity ring’. So, thinking that my sister also had a ring made for me, I twist the top to open it up.
And like smoke out of Aladdin’s lamp or fairy glitter, dust drifted out in an expanding cloud (fortunately I was not holding it in my lap and it didn’t go anywhere near my face).
Yep. Ashes. Mom’s ashes. All over the inside of my car.
Great googly moogly.
I called my sister to confirm, hoping I was wrong. Nope.
The container was the rest of the ashes.
I am pretty sure, knowing my mom, that she would think that it was hilarious. And since my life is not the same as others, I’m seeing the funny in it too. Just glad I didn’t have the AC on….
And really, my car is messy enough that a little extra dust, no matter the composition, just blends right in.
Mom is now my co-pilot.
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