Tales from the Crypt.
We had our first Thanksgiving without Granny. The planners did well. I occasionally found myself getting teary-eyed but we all did good.
I collected my portion of granny’s ashes. I dreaded the moment when I’d have to transfer them into a traveling receptacle. I knew a light air of dust was inevitable. Left a little of granny on Barbara’s counter but it’s fine. I find the ashes weirdly comforting.