The Promise of a Post

OK, now that it's a different day, I'll post what I referred to yesterday.

I preface this post saying that I hope you don't think this gross, or inappropriate in any way. It's just that you have to find the humor in these types of things.

As you may recall, my Dad passed away last year on Labor Day, Sept. 6, 2010. His wishes were to be cremated and to have his ashes spread partly on his mother and father's graves in Roxboro and partly at the beach. My Dad's wife, Joan, was going to be "the keeper" of the ashes and we daughters thought she'd call us when she was ready and that we'd all go together to take care of this.

This year, on the anniversary of Daddy's death, we daughters all contacted Joan to see how she was doing on this difficult day. I won't go into all of that here, but she said she thought she was ready to finally spread his ashes and thought that might help her "move on". OK. We thought she'd tell us when she was ready. Well, about a week later, she emailed one of my sisters and told her that she'd gone to Roxboro and spread part of this ashes on his parents graves as he'd asked. Yep, without us. But that was not a big surprise (again, another story I won't get into here). But she said if we wanted to take the remaining ashes and do something with them, she'd send them to us; otherwise, she'd spread them around the house where they had lived. We discussed this and decided we wanted to do that. Well, she decided to spread some of the remaining ashes around the house anyway, but mailed (yes, in the US Mail) the remainder of the ashes to my sister. Now, this is where it gets good . . . you see, I got tickled at the fact that Daddy was being mailed - through the US Mail - to my sister! I don't know why, but it struck me funny, and I got the silly giggles - laughing out loud -right at my desk at work! Oh, go ahead and laugh too. You know you want to!

OK, so a few days later, I get an email from my sister that says. . . wait for it . . .


"Daddy's here!"


OK - I know you just laughed out loud, because that's what I did!!! Ah Ha Ha! THEN . . . oh yes, it gets better . . . she tell us that Joan put the remaining ashes (they are in the plastic bag from the funeral home, mind you) in a checkbook box! Yes!! A checkbook box!! Ok - I KNOW you are laughing now - - because WE did!!!

Well, my sister thought she would be fine with all of this, but she has apparently been pretty wigged out about Daddy being in a checkbook box on her shelf - which is adding even more hilarity to this whole thing.

So, we were going to go to Holden Beach this weekend to spread the remainder of his ashes, but then Wendy's mother-in-law fell and is in the hospital. Missy and I didn't want to go until all 3 of us could go, so we'll just wait on this. After all, Daddy isn't going anywhere!

In the meantime, Wendy is still wiggin' out about Daddy's ashes being on her shelf. I think I'll go rescue her and get the ashes and bring them to my house. If it wigs me out, then there will be another interesting blog post to follow!