(http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/daily-prompt-9/) You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing.
When my husband was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, we had to discuss “final arrangements.” He elected to be cremated but he didn’t say what to do with his ashes.
A few months later, after Mike’s death, my mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, like Mike she succumbed to the cancer. She had pre-paid for a burial plot in her home state and my bother was in charge of those arrangements. He was too lazy or just never got around to ordering the headstone, though mom had paid for that too. So I had cremated and inherited her ashes.
I had an area in my rather large backyard that needed something done with it. The rest of the yard was landscaped, this area was out of sight, tucked in a corner behind the house.
I decided it was time to deal with the ashes. The souls were gone but we must respect the remains. I got two new white buckets just slightly larger than the urns. I placed each urn in their own bucket, mixed up and poured quikset concrete into each bucket; completely covering the urns.
That done, I dug two holes in this secret hidden area placing each urn in their own freshly dug hole. “From the earth we came so shall we return, ashes to ashes, dust to dust..”
I placed square walking stones over the area where the urns were buried. Then planted bushes that Mike liked and have containers for my mom.
Now I have a quiet, peaceful area, out of sight of everyone where I can sit with those I have lost.
If I ever sell the house, I need to just lift up the stones, grab the handles from the buckets and mom and Mike come with me!