..please don't leave your ashes to me. I just cannot be held responsible for what may happen with them. It's not that I don't love you, honor you and miss you deeply. Weird things just happen to ashes in my home.
Of course, this post touched a few nerves - that my girls really wanted to see/touch Grandma's and Wilshire's(my cat) ashes and to put them together for all eternity...and yes, I let them. I am not sure what caused more controversy - that we touched their ashes, remembered them fondly, and talked about life and death and love...or that part of my Grandma now resides with a cat. She hated cats - I mean, REALLY did not like cats. Especially my cat, because he would torment her when she came over. He was really, really mean and spiteful. Especially to people who didn't like him.
Anyway. Moving on.
As you may remember, my dear Papa died in April. My mom went up and helped to clean out my grandparents home of 55 years. When she came back to my house, besides a few small things she gave me of sentiment from them, she also gave me a box of canned goods from his pantry of items that I use. In this box of FOOD items, was a small baby bottle. NOT having a label on it NOR having anyone tell me what it was, I ASSUMED it was a FOOD item - my guess - cinnamon/sugar to be exact..and I put it in my spice cabinet to use...as we love cinnamon/sugar toast in our home.
Upon our arrival home, my first order of business was to remove my Papa from my spice cabinet and put him with Grandma..and the cat.