- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
We interred my Grandmother’s ashes this afternoon, after a completely bizarre lunch at Gunther Toody’s of all places, I had to listen to my Aunt recount the final moments her mother spent on this Earth while La Bamba blared over the speaker…
…as I picked at my cheese fries I wracked my brain…did you smoke crack today Nona? Did you…because THIS cannot be really happening right now, not here, not like this….
My uncle jumps up and starts snapping pictures…and I am landlocked in the booth, I can’t move, I can’t leave…so I smile wanly and I’m sure I have a WTF expression because I don’t want my picture taken right now..GO AWAY!!!
Lunch ends, finally, and as we’re running for our car, we get stopped for one last Group Shot….I start to feel sick but hopeful that he’s got it out of his system and even though he’s in cargo shorts and flip flops, will straighten up for what we’re about to do…right?
We arrive at the gravesite, where the remainder of my cousins arrive, dressed super casually with their toddler in tow…as my Aunt begins to read the lovely speech she’s prepared…this child wanders over to the gravesite, eyes the urn, looks into the hole they’ve prepared…finds a pine cone….I can’t focus on what I’m hearing because all I can think is
Somebody grab that kid…he’s gonna chuck that thing in the hole…into my Grandmother’s final resting place..somebody??? ANYONE???
Nope…he flings it in there and flails wildly for the urn, which is a beautiful blue and gold, how could any kid resist touching it?
Thankfully his father catches him before something really awful happens and we manage to all share our memories of her and lay flowers over her before we pray.
As we’re leaving, because my Dad can’t last much longer, he’s shakin like a leaf on a tree and choking back his tears, we say our goodbyes after declining an invitation to an after interment pizza party and get in the car…as we drive away I see my cousins wife SITTING down on my grandmother’s gravestone while her son runs around with one of the roses from her grave….my uncle snapping pictures wildly the whole time….
Am I insane????