HUMAN CREMATION URNS

Our Loving Mother. 

Laughing eyes and a contagious smile. Mom made a darn good QB at our family’s annual pickup football game on the afternoon of every Thanksgiving. Of course a dinner like no other was the reward for playing. Our family’s love, laughter, and aromas from the kitchen had no place to hide on that day. I’m pretty sure that game was a distraction to keep us out of the kitchen. It didn’t matter who won the game. We had our sights set on slow-roasted bird, Dad’s secret recipe stuffing, more pies than Aunt Bea, and all the trimmings that made you think—too bad only once a year. 

Mom wiped us kids’ noses and tears too when that special date forgot to show up. What was his name again? Skinned knees & bruised egos—she fixed em’ all with few words and a lengthy hug. You knew you were loved. Honestly … I don’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful mother of the bride. That same look reappeared at her 50th as they danced to ‘their song’. In her twilight years mom was content to sit on the sideline & cheer for her favorite team—could never tell which one. She left the cooking to us kids. Okay by us. And then as autumn changed to winter we said our last ‘I Love You’ and returned that lengthy hug. Mom knew she was loved.

Yes, there is sadness. But it is comforting to know that peace will come. Even moments of smiling, laughing and remembering your family member.