Collecting Mums ashes.

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Got a call to say that I can collect Mums ashes when I am ready. What a very strange feeling - all that life to end up in a tube. Such a strange feeling.

I imagine you'll never "be ready".
Hope you're ok.

Sorry for your loss. It's such a weird feeling collecting a loved ones ashes. It feels so final.

DMs ashes were in a box in a bag. She'd been bedbound for the last few years of her life, so I popped the box on the front seat, put her seatbelt on and we went for a little drive round her home town and to a couple of her favourite places nearby that she loved just to say farewell. 💕

We scattered her ashes as a family later in a couple of her favourite spots.

I'm currently facing the same thing. I remember collecting my dad and it was a surreal experience. We had already planned where we could scatter him eight years later he is still in a cardboard box under my coffee table with a photo of him on the top. Haven't been able to let him go and my aunt, his sister, and my brother are happy with me to keep him. I think the same will happen with Mum.

I remember collecting my dh's ashes and was surprised how big the jar was and how heavy he was. He wasn't a big guy !

I put a tiny amount in a bracelet which I have never taken off and split the rest between a west coast snd east coast area ww both loved .

When I collected my late wife's ashes I felt exactly the same. Also, I couldn't believe how heavy the box was as she was such a little lady.

With regards to the car, I did the same. Put her securely on the front passenger seat and took her for a drive along the sea front. In her last few months she loved going for a drive even if it was 3 o'clock in the morning. I never minded taking her out whenever she asked, as it was the least I could do. She'd fall asleep almost as soon as we stared moving. I'd pull over at one end of the seafront and she'd wake up as she loved taking the a photo of the view of the Isle of Wight from the same spot every trip Her last drive was the day before she passed away and she told me she couldn't do it anymore.

I kept her ashes with me for a couple of weeks before I could lay her with her dad as she wanted.

Funny I came across this here just now as today is 3rd anniversary of my mums passing.

It is the most crazy and surreal feeling, and so far nothing was able to top this up....
On the day my mum passed away it was the most beautiful sunny day, it was so hot almost unbearable.
On the day I collected her ashes, on the way home sky just opened ! And I'm not even exaggerating, it was raining so hard I couldn't see the lines on the road, traffic was crawling.
I do believe it was a sign. As soon as I got her home the rain stopped.....

Sending hugs your way, it's not easy xx

We collected Dad a few weeks ago. I’m having him to stay before we bury him. I’m going to drive him around to some favourite places xx