to be brave enough to collect my mum, well her ashes. So bizarre, walking to the car with her/them. I heard her say, so clearly, 'don't upset yourself,'.
My dad died 10 years ago...10!! and no one ever dared talk about his ashes to my mum. (Families, eh?) So, I woke up about 3 weeks ago with one of those 'flashes'. Tracked down the funeral directors, phoned them, drove 100 miles to collect them. Again, as I walked to the car I heard him say 'What took you so long?'
So now they reside together up in my attic! What to do with them I wondered. Then, another morning, another 'flash'.
I am off to the Caribbean next month on a cruise. I shall take them with me. I shall scatter the ashes in the warm waters. Perfect for them. They loved the sea, loved travelling the world on ships and loved the tropics. One final voyage on their favourite shipping line. The Captain is happy to conduct a little service however I want it. I have to get the relevant certificates together and it can be done. The urns must travel with me on the plane in my hand luggage and stored under the seat. That is the only bit I am nervous about. But I can do it...
Strangely these thoughts are too private to talk about except on here. I know everyone here will understand...thanks if you read my burblings
My dad died 10 years ago...10!! and no one ever dared talk about his ashes to my mum. (Families, eh?) So, I woke up about 3 weeks ago with one of those 'flashes'. Tracked down the funeral directors, phoned them, drove 100 miles to collect them. Again, as I walked to the car I heard him say 'What took you so long?'
So now they reside together up in my attic! What to do with them I wondered. Then, another morning, another 'flash'.
I am off to the Caribbean next month on a cruise. I shall take them with me. I shall scatter the ashes in the warm waters. Perfect for them. They loved the sea, loved travelling the world on ships and loved the tropics. One final voyage on their favourite shipping line. The Captain is happy to conduct a little service however I want it. I have to get the relevant certificates together and it can be done. The urns must travel with me on the plane in my hand luggage and stored under the seat. That is the only bit I am nervous about. But I can do it...
Strangely these thoughts are too private to talk about except on here. I know everyone here will understand...thanks if you read my burblings