When my grandmother, the one constant in my life, died almost four years ago, she was cremated. Her “cremains” were basically divided between me, my aunt, my sister, my sister-out-law and a plastic bag, with me getting the bulk of them. I keep her ashes in a walnut box designed for such purpose. It has THE HOBB engraved on top. There is a plastic container which holds her ashes safely in the box. Around the edges of the box there is some space. Whenever I find things that remind me of her, or belonged to her, that are small, I place them in the box with her. When her cat, Higgins, passed away, I put his collar in the box. I have a lock of hair I cut off of her head the last time I cut it. If I find random coins, they go in there because she always wanted my change. There are other little random things I find and stick in their. Today, I received a quarter, with Gettysburg on the back. I put that in there, too. That was our favorite vacation together.
I miss her every single day, but little things like this make me feel closer to her.
Incoherent Ramblings 