Ashes to Ashes...

My mother's ashes finally have a home.

Only her ashes though. Her spirit is at home with the Lord. It arrived there the moment she took her last breath here on Earth on November 9, 2014.

Her shell though...her body...still needed a place to be kept. My choice would have been to sprinkle her ashes but my Dad wanted to keep her close, and have them placed in an urn. I respect that, and so that is where they will be kept.

I think he did a great job of choosing one. I was going to pick one out but didn't have the money to actually order it, so I think he got tired of waiting on me and just did it himself. Once again, my financial situation was an obstacle. Had I chosen, I probably would've gotten this one too.

I love the blue, and the birds...which I will call doves...symbols of peace.

It's amazing to think that this small vessel will hold what was once such a grand woman...the woman who nurtured me, raised me, loved me. But then again, it's only her body (or the remains thereof) that are in there. My MOTHER...will not be in that vessel. My MOTHER is in Heaven, and one day I will see her again. Not recognized by ashes, but by the essence of who she was. I will know her the moment I see her. That thought gives me more joy than anyone can possibly imagine.

Now,Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever had to choose an urn for anyone? If so, what did it look like?

Talk to me!

Til next time...