Mom didn't want to be buried.
"Dead people should be done
with taking up space here." So we
scattered the ashes late one afternoon.
Unlike Grandma, whose grave is crowded
with the bones of those she had dug up
and moved when the ground changed hands,
"They're not spending eternity in that
heathen place." So today they rest in a place
on a continent they never visited while
alive. "There won't be any rest for anyone
in there," Pop pointed out. Too many
talkers -- too much noise. I feel like I
can hear their chatter when I visit -- two
whom I knew and two known only
from the stories Mom told. Like her,
they died too young. It's nice to visit
and talk to the stones. After
wind scatters the ashes, there's
nowhere to go to talk to the bones.
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So Happy Halloween! My kids love it for the candy -- I love it for the kids' costumes. I was asked to make some costumes yesterday(!), but I declined. I told them that had they asked a month ago, I would have been happy to make them. The weekend of, not so much.
So now I have to go sample some candy -- it you're going to hand it out, you have to check it out. It's a public service.