It was a good thing that Sterling came and rescued me from the heavy fog of depression. I'd missed a lot of phone calls. Fourteen of them to be exact. Most of the messages were from folks from our church family. They left messages asking if I needed anything, or they were just calling to check on me. It was good to know that they cared and I smiled as I made a mental note while I cleared the audio from the answering machine. The last two messages were the most important. One was from granny's lawyer, and the other was from the funeral home. I'm not sure what the lawyer wanted to meet with me about, but he asked that I return his call promptly because he needed to meet with me. The message from the funeral home informed me that granny's urn …show more content…
Then he handed me the ashes. I sat up and wrapped my arms around the container tightly, and he got in and asked, “Do you have an appetite?” “Yeah, for something light. Perhaps a salad.” “Okay. Let's go to the steakhouse near the college.” I smiled and said, “Let's go.” We talked and laughed the entire way, and I almost forgot that I was holding grandma. I meant the urn. When it was time to get out and go inside the restaurant I didn't want to leave the ashes in the car, so we took the urn inside with us. A few people looked at us strangely, but most didn't pay us any attention. When it was time to leave, I grabbed the container and hugged it all the way home. “Where do you think you'll put it?” Sterling asked as he stopped at a red light. “Um, I'm not sure. Maybe the living room.” “The living room would be a nice place for it.” “I agree.” When we got back to the house, I set the urn on the coffee table in the living room, but I didn't like it there. Next, Sterling set it on a bookshelf, but I didn't like it there either. We tried a few more spots in the main living area of the house, but it seemed out of place. Then Sterling said, “Maybe you should put it in her room. That's where she spent most of her