Mother
Posted on May 11th, 2008
by 
kcidybom
kcidybom
A repost from last year. It still applies...;-)
I love my mother's endearing weirdness.
When my grandmother died she was cremated and the ashes were given to my mother. A few years later my father died and the process was repeated. My mother had said on both occasions that she was going to scatter the ashes on a high hill on the farm where I grew up. Years later I stopped by for a surprise visit just as my mother was reorganizing her entranceway closet. She said "Here, help me move your grandmother and father so I can get to the back of the closet." The labeled crematory urns were sitting on the floor, still full! She saw the surprised look on my face and said "I couldn't just throw them out, so I take them out once in a while to say hi."
She does stuff like that.
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mom
July 2008
very endearing indeed! i love her already. hugs
Thanks Nicole. She would have been a good blogger - if the I nternet had come along 50 years earlier…;-)
ha ha! good one!
perfect mom's day post. i called mom yesterday and my dad went to get her out in the garden. I heard this enormous groan as she got up off her knees to come to the phone. but instead of complaining, she launched into a long story about the rose bushes she was replanting and the rose bushes from our old home on Long Island, where i grew up, as if i remembered them as perfectly as her. despite her arthritis, etc., she's still down there in the dirt, making things grow, just like she did with me and my brother. yeah moms!
DLil - my mom used to write letters like your's talks on the telephone. When I was overseas I'd get these 10 page missives fulled with bread baking exploits, detailed accounts of my sisters' skinned knees, the sound of spring, etc. etc. I don't think she really understood how valuable they were to me.
I love this. My father would be 71 this coming June. He passed away when I was 15, and was cremated. Because the complexities of making a living and a life took over right after the funeral, his ashes are still sitting in a storage vault at one of our local cemetaries. Last year, I tried to initiate a plan to do something more meaningful with them. None of my other siblings or my Mom showed any enthusiasm. It was a complicated death - a suicide. You've given me a great idea. I am going to make an urn for him, show it to my Mom, and if she doesn't want it, or if my brother and sister don't want him, I'm going to ask if I can bring him home to my house. He took up painting just before he died. Since I started painting 18 months ago, I feel a healthier connection with his memory. I know the ashes are just the remainder of his body, but somehow, giving them a proper home seems a very loving way to honor him. Thanks for this post and for the idea it spawned. I'll keep you posted.
I may come to you for advice if I ever want to do something with my father's ashes. A very different relationship than mine with my mother. And yes, keep me posted…;-)
Both my parents were cremated,the ashes placed in boxes fashioned by my uncle. The strangest part was they were buried in the plots they picked out earlier on in their marriage.
I never really gave much thought to this at the time,but thinking about it,I wished I had of taken some of the ashes and kept them,imagining it as some kinda fairy dust,like in the children's stories they told me when I was a child.
Plus my youngest children ask about them,my daughter never met either of them,and my son,too young to remember his grandmother who died four years after my Dad. Ay least this way I could introduce them….sorta;-)
Hey B…I like the fairy dust idea. Actually I like it a lot. I think I'll put that in my will - leave a little of 'sorta-me' behind for my daughters to create new rituals with. Hmmm….;-)