When Frankie died I asked that she be cremated and her ashes returned to me. While waiting for her return I looked at various urns and boxes to keep her in but hadn’t ordered any. It was just too hard.
Her ashes finally got here today and I was very surprised because I was expecting them in a bag of some sort instead they came in a beautiful wooden box –
I didn’t order this, as far as I know I didn’t pay extra for this but it is lovely.
We also received a certificate with a lovely poem on it –
“Farewell, Master, yet not farewell.
Where I go, ye too shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
A moment’s time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept.”
Until I can find a more permanent plaque I printed Frankie’s photo and glued it to a label to put on the front of her box –
She’s sitting on the low bookcase in the living room that holds the tv. I don’t know how long she will stay there because we both were crying a lot and it might be too hard to see her every day when in fact, we can’t see her every day.