My Grandmother's Ashes...

are sitting in a box on my kitchen counter.

They arrived in my mailbox yesterday, thanks to my Uncle's efforts to get them to me. The box is so surreal; I haven't touched it yet. Sweetie put the box there when the mail arrived, not knowing what was inside. Surreal - that about sums it up. All those carbon molecules that were once my grandmother's body now amazingly fit into one very small package.