August 2, 2014
My mother still hasn't done anything with my dad's ashes. I don't know what she's waiting for or if she has any intent of doing anything with them other than stashing them in the back of a closet along with maybe one other item of his that she saved. Or maybe she didn't even pick them up and they languished long ago in a dumpster on their way to a landfill where his remains now reside along with plastic six-pack soda holders, coffee grounds, non-flat-screen TVs, tangled string mops, empty toothpaste tubes, and countless mouth-stained down-filled pillows. Perish the thought.