Last week, I gathered all of my Mom’s important papers from her house.
I ran across two notes from her, both in sealed envelopes. Below is the first note. I’ll share the second note in a post after this one.
To Bill Davis
This is Mom. When I die, I want no funeral. Cremate me and put my ashes in the ocean.
I love you
Well, I got the first two things right but I almost screwed up the third one. I knew she wanted to be cremated and I knew that she didn’t want a ceremony.
But I was struggling with what she wanted done with her ashes. Now I know.
Good thing I didn’t do two of the things we’d thought of:
- Scatter them at Stateline. She liked to gamble and I thought that would be a good place. Much better than Arizona 🙂
- Scatter them in the backyard of her home.
As you know, once that is done, it’s done. There’s no going back. Speaking of which, I need to contact the crematorium. They haven’t gotten back to me and they’ve had over two weeks…what the hell?