I celebrated Charles’ birthday at training today and my friend Gray brought a cake in honor of my child who would have been 23. Gray lost her son, Whitten, to suicide. So sweet of her to bring this cake and I had a group with whom to share it.
Meanwhile, my husband went to go retrieve Charles’ ashes. It’s taken us nearly three years to go get them. I’ve remained undecided about what to do with his ashes. I waffle between wanting to take them with me always and ultimately bury them when I die, to wanting that grave site I can visit. For now, I’ll get something nice to put them in.
What’s odd to me is how heavy the ashes were. I didn’t expect them to be 10-12 pounds. On TV, ashes are always in some small bag or a chock ful of nuts can.
Thanks for your well wishes, your support, comments, and hugs. It helps. It really does.