Resting place

The Pitfalls of Explaining Cremation to a Three Year Old Child:

One day, at McDonalds, we were having a meal with friends, when Jeremy blurted out that Jacob was dead. Table goes silent. I look at him warily, afraid of crying yet again. I said "yes, Jacob is dead...", and was terribly conscious of all the eyes suddenly turned on him, not only those at our table, but neighboring tables too. His tone of voice was not exactly considered polite table conversation. Then my little darling... with impeccable timing, noticing everyone staring at him, said "And my mommy burned him up in a oven!!"

2008 Extra Note - These pictures are 23 years old, so I feel lucky only a couple of them are poor quality. They looked good until Blogger got it, and sucked up all the color. Anyways, there's a little stuffed lion in the left corner. The little square looking thing to the left of the lion is the container with Jacob's ashes. It's got a picture of yellow roses on it, cause someone sent me yellow roses when he was born. We're on Steptoe Butte, outside of Steptoe, Washington, and our house is actually way down that road way down the hill. The house is one of the two tiny little dots to the left the road going down. I chose this spot cause his father and I had spent our short married life there. We were still happy there. Jeremy and I tossed the ashes in the air, and left the lion and container up on the butte.

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