By Saturday the urn was the only thing left in the down stairs bedroom( besides some large pieces of furniture).
A couple came out of the house laughing and carrying the jar. Cyndi had told them the story behind it and they loved it. The story was, the first time I spent the night at nannies house i was probably 16 or so. Zac came into the downstairs bedroom to say good night to me and as he was leaving the room, he said, "oh by the way my grandads ashes are in that urn, sleep tight". Then he flipped the light off and it was pitch black in that house. It freaked me out and I made him pull his mattress to the doorway and sleep right there in the hall. When Zac saw it had sold, he said Clyde was a big joker and would appreciate that he tormented me like that!!
I looked out the back door in time to find Brenton with a bible out reading something. Zac must have thought he knew something and his dad was setting him straight!!
My tanning days may be on hold for a while. My kids want to eat and nap as soon as we get to the pool.




















































