I am glad to think of JZ haunting the house: The smell of ink, and a tiny chill the hair on my neck.

I am also stuck on the unfairness of it all.

I love the idea of Jacqueline's urn sitting on that desk. It's just so perfectly her. And the desk story definitely hits differently reading it again now.

ltc is packed and ready to go for the first day of 2nd grade tomorrow. Hopefully she'll get enough sleep tonight.

I am so boring with my plain old plot in an ordinary cemetery. It’s nice to lie down on it occasionally, though.

I've found a list of local-ish places that do green burials. I need to actually call them and set up a tour and ask about pricing and suchlike, but at least it's the beginnings of a plan.

Second grade?? I don’t believe it!!

Javachik, neither do I! I had a teeny baby a second ago!

Susan, my father-in-law is in the one in Langley. Nice spot, but I would anticipate they would be out of room before all that much longer.

If it helps, 8 cups=4 pints=2 qts= half gallon. Approx 2 liters.

So basically, it just needs to be able to hold a large bottle of Coke.

Susan, my father-in-law is in the one in Langley. Nice spot, but I would anticipate they would be out of room before all that much longer.

Good to know--thanks!

My father recently mentioned that he would like to be buried in a military cemetery. First any of us have heard that, so I’ve told my mother to start gathering the papers needed into a folder so it will all be five since I know it can be a chore.

Interesting about the size for urns. My friend L was a trained chef and had mentioned to me once in her last months that she liked the idea of being in one of her China teapots, but that wouldn’t be big enough I now realize. Maybe urn shopping can be something I do with her husband this weekend.

Msbelle, you know you can ping me for volumes too (she probably has something dear of size in her kitchen. Chefs do.)

I can’t speak to urns, but I’m very glad others can.

We got a little bit of a miracle with my mom, truly. At some point in the 20 years between her mom passing and her, they changed the requirements at the cemetery. It meant that there was a single open space in the old part of the cemetery between where her parents are buried and a big tree. So she is right next to them and near to other friends and family. It would have meant the world to her. (My dad only cared about being near to her, and had no issues with cremation, so as soon as we get back up to Canada, that’s where he will be too.)

I like the idea of JZ on a writing desk watching over her family in that big beautiful house that you both poured so much love into. It doesn’t relieve the rage or the sorrow, but it feels like her. It’s so raw right now that it’s hard to fathom really. But it seems right.