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February 22, 2017

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Ellie Enos

After my husband was cremated, I asked that his ashes be divided into two parts. The funeral home kept the half that we interred in our family plot (in rural Northern Nevada) with his veteran's place marker. I entrusted the other half to his good friend from Hawaii. AhSun's first assignment was to bring it to the funeral mass Monday morning. The end result was Gary was late for his own services.

Eight months later, AhSun and Gary's Excellent Adventure began. The ultimate destination was Kona, Hawaii where my husband had lived the first third of his life. Half of those ashes went to Auntie Helen; she divided them again with Cousin Eddie.

Cousin Eddie took his share to the camping/hunting area where all the teenaged cousins would spend weekends. It wasn't accessible by a car so they rode horses down to the beach in the late 50's. Eddie was like a big brother to Gary; he taught him to hunt and fish. They took rice, drinkable water, and their hunting/fishing gear. They could gather fruits and cook the rice & fish they caught.

Auntie Helen spread his ashes at his grandmother's house. Gary stayed with his grandmother as often as possible. They raised Kona coffee on their small acreage!

AhSun had trouble choosing a site so he sent me pictures of Gary's ashes all over the Big Island. I believe that the ashes ended up in the surf near The City of Refuge. I have sea shells gathered from the area. I could just hear AhSun talking "pigeon" to Gary all through out the trip!

Beth Schmelzer

Thank you for sharing Lucia's memories. Her wonderful humor shines through her narrative. Readers in the mystery world willl want to read her newest book which I think channels her love of Brian. Don't miss "Devilish "!

Charlaine Harris

Lucia, I had a strange shopping trip when I was designated to find a casket for my aunt's ashes. We didn't want a "funeral" casket, just a suitable container. Decorators were showing me teapots and all kinds of sealed boxes. It was awkward to explain what I needed. I finally selected a rectangular metal box with a lid, with a pleasant pattern. Of course, this was not the emotion-laden choice you had to make, and I feel in your words the pressure and grief of that day.

Lucia St. Clair Robson

Beth, thank you so much for mentioning Devilish... a "departure" as the say, from my usual historical fiction.
Devilish was inspired by my next-door neighbor who casually mentioned that an incubus had visited her. Always curious, I asked, "So how was it?" She said they had to keep quiet because guests were sleeping downstairs.
What I learned about incubi (male sexual demons) is that they're the lowest order of demons and too stupid to be affected by exorcism.
So I imagined an incubus named Harry getting loose in my Pines on Severn neighborhood and the complications that ensued.
It was fun to write!

Lucia St. Clair Robson

Charlaine, I know the problem. My mother passed away two weeks ago and I received her ashes. I've shared some of them with siblings, and kept some to scatter at the church she attended in West Palm Beach. But waht to do with the rest?
Some of my dad's ashes are in a small metal container like the one you described. I was going to call the funeral home to ask about containers when I remembered that I had a lovely little cobalt-blue cut-glass vessel with a lid. So a few scoops of the ashes are in there and sitting next to Dad's remains.
The Han Solo box with some of Brian's ashes still sits on a shelf in my office.

Hank Phillippi Ryan

There's a wonderful James Thurber short story which talks about importance of the "the container for the thing contained. ".
I will admit I had no idea what that might mean until today.

Thank you for this…

Donnell

My condolences. Thank you for sharing your humor and tribute. What wonderful pictures of your life together. So much to take away from this post.

Elaine Viets

Lucia, I am so very sorry for your loss. But Brian must have been quite a man. I'm sure he's somewhere enjoying your dilemma. Thanks for giving the Femmes Fatales your remarkable story.

Triss Stein

Thank you for sharing such a lovely (and well crafted) way to remembering.

Lucia St. Clair Robson

thank you all. I've discovered that a lot of people have strange... and funny...cremation stories.


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