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My brother in law took an unfinished project started by my father and made it into a lovely box for his ashes. We bought a cookie jar for my mother's ashes. My in-laws ashes were scattered in a place special to then and a bench placed nearby with their names on it. The bench is rented from the provincial park for ten years at a time. They were not told about the ashes.

B wants a bit of her ashes scattered each place we lived including Halifax, Montreal, Hudson Bay SK, Elrose, Gibbons, Ponoka, St. Paul AB, Lottie Lake, Vincent Lake, Wainwright, Deep River, and East Hawkesbury, maybe Calgary. I want some of my ashes to be scattered in the Bow River,cent Lake, Sturgeon River, Fir River, St. Lawrence River, Lesser Slave Lake, Lottie Lake, Vin Atlantic Ocean in Halifax, and the Ottawa River.

No need for an urn for either of us.
 
Scattering ashes and aches generates a sacred position that no one really knows where you remain after passing through ender once a bewitching Encore!
Maybe 9 ender?

Illustrates there ... they're gone ... but some memes may remain a Memnon ... a Greek enigma like a Luce End ... on going unknown!

This may be reason to accept what we don't know ... because of what is deficient in our know how ... by belief!

Some myths even begin with it was a dark and stormy condition ... and something blew ... thus blown! --- Gabriel in the psyche a dark pain (learning all that is unknown)? Imagine Black Nets ... the unknown passes ... it may appear as love or some other loss ... sow ide go-ist ... literary device?

These can be used to warp the corrupted powers even further ... diabolical turn around as in greatest of fears ... an alter to comfort and esteem!

Insecurity swells ... norm in great metaphor that integrates everything ... encompassment? Then there are the 4 Pts of Compass taken up by horsemen: anger, fear, curiosity and Joey (Eris 'n descent as going down in history)? The mental "t" tilted as "X" ... you al burn out in time ... consequence? Look up ...
 
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I am in favor of cremation but not really a fan of having the ashes scattered. We have purchased a cremation plot in a church cemetery in Markham. The church and its history are important to me and I appreciate the option of having a flat marker.
 
What goes up must come down perhaps in a pit, or dimple in space ... framing peptic bonds as fecund connections to add fertility to the earth and all that crap ... the emotional will reject IT ... expect waves and chime rae effects ... if you hold your mouth just rite ... even the Babylonians had records carved in stone ... they stacked up while funnel nebulae gathered ... dust?

Some refer to peptides as perky connections of nucleic acids ... RNA and DNA with Eris as messages ... tis a fey thing ... like flappers and unseen angels ...

Some cannot handle such information about alter characters ... like "Khe"! Even Ж as Zhe ... if you can zee it! Endemic change ... within limits of mortality?

Mores to question ... believe nothing as real permanency ... only nothing remains ... maybe as a metaphor! Deep enigma ... nebulous ...
 
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Provinces are burying mostly everything these days as they fear mistakes being raised ...

So much being denied ... we don't know what's behind anything ...
 
BetteTheRed said:
I don't care what happens to my remains. But I sure hope I've dealt with all these other ones by that time.
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Some people seem to be comforted by holding onto the ashes of their loved ones and pets. But I have known others who seem burdened more than anything by the presence of the ashes.
 
In unrelated news, yesterday, the hound pulled me part-way down the steps to the beach. Had not recognized the extent of my tumble until this morning. I have some very black bruises - on my jaw, my leg and both arms... I rather look like I've been through the wars, and the big guy is coming home this afternoon and I'm constructing a nice English roast dinner for us, too bad I look such a mess...
 
BetteTheRed said:
In unrelated news, yesterday, the hound pulled me part-way down the steps to the beach. Had not recognized the extent of my tumble until this morning. I have some very black bruises - on my jaw, my leg and both arms... I rather look like I've been through the wars, and the big guy is coming home this afternoon and I'm constructing a nice English roast dinner for us, too bad I look such a mess...
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Big guy might have to become big nurse, eh.:rolleyes:;)
 
What's cooking with this English roast dinner @BetteTheRed ?

My guess is roast beef, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding and Brussels sprouts. Horseradish on the side and maybe a nice glass of red wine.
 
Close. Roast beef, mashed potatoes (because an eye of round roast can be very tender, but cooks at too low a temperature for roasted potatoes; plus my mashed potatoes with butter, cream cheese and heavy cream are sorta to die for, particularly with gravy), Yorkshire Pudding, lots of thick dark gravy, tender-crisp steamed broccoli. Would have been a salad if he hadn't stopped me. Little flans with Haagen-Daz vanilla and the last of this year's strawberries, lightly macerated in a bit of sugar and a capful of sherry. Horseradish on the side. A nice dry Rose, as it's still a little warm for red.
 
Mendalla said:
Big guy might have to become big nurse, eh.:rolleyes:;)
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Nah, more disfiguring than needing nursing. No bruises are out of my reach to dab with arnica gel. Often. However, my poor jaw looks like someone has punched me (I think the edge of my jaw hit the metal railing on my way down), so he's glad he was evidentially away when it happened.
 
paradox3 said:
Some people seem to be comforted by holding onto the ashes of their loved ones and pets. But I have known others who seem burdened more than anything by the presence of the ashes.
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I feel sorta responsible, which, especially in the case of my Aging Hippie (and his family's awful relationship with me) is sorta odd. My parents ashes, I just feel sort of resigned to being responsible, particularly for two other siblings, who clearly do not give a s**t.
 
BetteTheRed said:
In unrelated news, yesterday, the hound pulled me part-way down the steps to the beach. Had not recognized the extent of my tumble until this morning. I have some very black bruises - on my jaw, my leg and both arms... I rather look like I've been through the wars, and the big guy is coming home this afternoon and I'm constructing a nice English roast dinner for us, too bad I look such a mess...
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Head over heels in love :love:

 
So those who have chosen and thinking ashes

Anyone thought of a puzzle box like affair?

Or something like the Victorians apparently did would be to put ringable bells by the decedent and air holes to the surface?

Or something like this?

Or sprinkled on your loved one's sundaes? :3
 
It has been a lovely day here today. I watched church with @GordW first then watched our current church which has only just started live streaming on YouTube (yay). The local church had a great message about radical hospitality and a newcomer to the congregation and Canada spoke of his experiences as a refugee from Uganda via Kenya. We have a soft life here.


I've spent some time on a stitchery project and have had my nose in a Margaret Atwood novel, The Heart Goes Last. I'm convinced that Atwood is a prophet.
 
That is one of the things that good science fiction does, looks ahead to possibilities so we can get ready for them

And this Science Fiction author is Canadian

woo hoo! :love:
 
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