We scattered my mother in law’s ashes this weekend. It would have been her 84th birthday. She was born in a small town in eastern Kentucky, and the poverties of her upbringing marked her for the rest of her life. I cried when she died, and when we scattered the ashes, for all that I’m glad she’s gone. She was a hard, cruel woman, sadistic and yet generous. She has scarred both her son and her daughter. And now it’s over, and we can heal.
And my body can get over riding 800 miles in a car in two days. Everything is gently and vaguely sore. And there’s unpacking and putting away to be done, and the cleaning-out of the back bedroom that I was partway through. Slow and steady wins the race, and I planned for this….there’s a frozen pizza waiting for when we get hungry.