Ode to that carrier bag. Your Mum and Dad sharing the moment with you. So hilarious yet so, so poignant. Brought tears of laughter and sadness. As ever, a fantastic piece my lovely friend ✨
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful story! ❤️ My aging cousin Fred worries about his wife if he should go first because driving in Nova Scotia winter storms can be terrifying. So he has instructed her to put his ashes in the trunk of the car and use them to get out of icy patches if she ever gets stuck.
Oh Jo Anne! That’s utterly brilliant!!! 🤩 I just love it! Because even in death he’s still caring but recognises the humour and practicality of this! My Father-in-law was called Fred! They are no nonsense and just let’s get on with it! Super story! Thanks for joining me in the light and the shade!
Lovely to meet you today … I sense a kindred spirit. I also love the little practical jokes that loving couples play … e.g., the woman whose dying wish was that her husband continue giving the bathroom plant a few drops of water every morning to keep it alive. He did it faithfully for about a year before his daughter finally told him that the plant was plastic. I’m sure there is a whole community of rascals in the afterworlds who really get a kick out this stuff! Makes me happy to think so!😁❤️
Gillllllllll. This is PERFECTION. I love this so much. Every last breath of it. Gorgeous and perfect. No need to say more, you've said it ALL here. 💖💖💖
This is beautiful and hilarious in equal measures. When my husband and sister in law scattered their mums ashes in the sea at St Annes, the wind turned and they ended up wearing some of them! Peter, my brother in law and I laughed, leaning on the rail above!
I could truly picture you chasing it!! ( like I would) It’s funny how in those moments of grief - something quite ridiculous can just lift you up and lighten the moment.
The light and shadow of it all Gill - you captured it so well.
I laughed and cried. This was so sweet. You made a moment that should be painful make space for light and joy. While being the opposite of cheesy. Bravo, Gill!
I love how you viewed the carrier bag as a sign from both your mum and dad. I'm all in for seeing the signs. I agree with Ann - your story - so hilarious, yet so poignant. Thanks for sharing your heartwarming story. 💚✨💚
I love this so much. I love the words you used (pootle!!) and your mum and dad swimming off together and playing a game of chase with you and the carrier bag. What a great story.
Oh Gill, this is so beautifully told, with such humour and warmth in the face of grief. That Morrisons bag did make me giggle. Humour is so important. Thank you for sharing 🤍🙏
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. That means a lot! I’m glad you loved the humour. It’s part of who I am - to see the funny side of things even grief. I couldn’t cope if I didn’t! Thanks again! 💚
Ode to that carrier bag. Your Mum and Dad sharing the moment with you. So hilarious yet so, so poignant. Brought tears of laughter and sadness. As ever, a fantastic piece my lovely friend ✨
Thanks lovely! All because of a carrier bag! Appreciate you reading and comments! Here’s to our blossoming creativity!!’ ❤️
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful story! ❤️ My aging cousin Fred worries about his wife if he should go first because driving in Nova Scotia winter storms can be terrifying. So he has instructed her to put his ashes in the trunk of the car and use them to get out of icy patches if she ever gets stuck.
Oh Jo Anne! That’s utterly brilliant!!! 🤩 I just love it! Because even in death he’s still caring but recognises the humour and practicality of this! My Father-in-law was called Fred! They are no nonsense and just let’s get on with it! Super story! Thanks for joining me in the light and the shade!
Lovely to meet you today … I sense a kindred spirit. I also love the little practical jokes that loving couples play … e.g., the woman whose dying wish was that her husband continue giving the bathroom plant a few drops of water every morning to keep it alive. He did it faithfully for about a year before his daughter finally told him that the plant was plastic. I’m sure there is a whole community of rascals in the afterworlds who really get a kick out this stuff! Makes me happy to think so!😁❤️
Here’s to the rascals Jo Anne!!! That’s another great story!!! Sunday has become Funday! 💛💛💛
This is so you. So brilliantly you. Funny and heartwarming, all with a poignant lesson at the end. I’m a fan! ❤️❤️
Gillllllllll. This is PERFECTION. I love this so much. Every last breath of it. Gorgeous and perfect. No need to say more, you've said it ALL here. 💖💖💖
This is beautiful and hilarious in equal measures. When my husband and sister in law scattered their mums ashes in the sea at St Annes, the wind turned and they ended up wearing some of them! Peter, my brother in law and I laughed, leaning on the rail above!
Same here! Every time I have scattered ashes at the sea you get covered! So funny!!!
Love this post Gill. I’m so glad you went in the end!
Thanks Charlotte. So am I. It was everything it needed to be. Carrier bags and all!!!
I could truly picture you chasing it!! ( like I would) It’s funny how in those moments of grief - something quite ridiculous can just lift you up and lighten the moment.
The light and shadow of it all Gill - you captured it so well.
Love that! Really do!!! The light and the shadow! That’s balance isn’t it Charlotte? Beautiful! And you know me so well! It’s quite an image! 😂😂😂
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It’s always about the balance! Really wonderful post Gill. Thank you for sharing the experience with us. 🩷
My pleasure. 🩷
I laughed and cried. This was so sweet. You made a moment that should be painful make space for light and joy. While being the opposite of cheesy. Bravo, Gill!
I love how you viewed the carrier bag as a sign from both your mum and dad. I'm all in for seeing the signs. I agree with Ann - your story - so hilarious, yet so poignant. Thanks for sharing your heartwarming story. 💚✨💚
I like how you read your prose, Gill.
What religion or ethnicity cremates their dead? I am unfamiliar with the practice.
Christian. Standard practice UK 😊. I hope it didn’t offend. I wrongly assumed it was a global thing. Sorry.
No, I don’t find it offensive.
I have my brothers in the black communities, they still bury their dead, that’s why I am unfamiliar with the practice.
Thank you for sharing that and pointing it out. I didn’t know it wasn’t common practice everywhere.
I have now put a little disclaimer on it just saying it might include difficult things. A really useful lesson. 😊
I loved reading your story Gill, you have a wonderful turn of phrase and your great sense of humour shines through.
I love this so much. I love the words you used (pootle!!) and your mum and dad swimming off together and playing a game of chase with you and the carrier bag. What a great story.
Thanks so much lovely. Pootle is a great word isn’t it? So glad you liked it. Fun woven in and amongst the sadness! ❤️
Oh Gill, this is so beautifully told, with such humour and warmth in the face of grief. That Morrisons bag did make me giggle. Humour is so important. Thank you for sharing 🤍🙏
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. That means a lot! I’m glad you loved the humour. It’s part of who I am - to see the funny side of things even grief. I couldn’t cope if I didn’t! Thanks again! 💚
It was my pleasure. I'm so glad you are finding your own way with grief. Humour is a wonderful outlet and so is writing 🤍
It certainly is! ❤️