My son and I went and picked up my wife's ashes at the undertaker's today. I brought her home and sat her in front of the fireplace at my eyes' level so I can look right at her. And oh yes, I am still shedding a lot of tears. Soon, it will be time for me to get a grip on life. It isn't fair to my other family members if I don't. I know that they worry about me. My dogs are still moping and not eating much. She is really, really missed.
My plan is to keep her ashes there by the fireplace until I pass away, then I will be cremated and my son will spread both our ashes around the path where we used to walk together. Sometimes she took extra walks or multiple trips around the place. She had kept herself in good shape until her surgery. I can't believe that I outlived her and I never wanted to. I have to go blow my nose, so you all have a better day than I am having, you hear?