You're Home

I was finally able to deliver you back to Pops. We had dinner at Lyndsay's and I gave them both the urns I had gotten. Pops could not wait to get you home.  He said he put the urn on the mantel, but I would be willing to wager that he takes it down and puts it in your chair, turns on a marathon of cops or Law and Order, or even the Price is Right, and pops open a Dr. Pepper. He misses you so much. We all do.

In case you are wondering, this is what we decided to keep your ashes in...

This one we got for Pops. I know your blue eyes are always on his mind.

For Lyndsay (self explanatory :)

And for me... Because the quality I loved most about you, was your spice. You brought so much life; so much flavor to everything. I can only hope to have inherited that from you. I want to be as memorable as you are. If someone met you, they knew it. If someone asked "Have you met Betty?" the answer was never "ummm... I think we've met." to the contrary, it was "oh yea! I know Betty." You stood out in every crowd. You were a ruby among pearls. Spicy.

 Also, you always made sure everyone was fed, even if they were not hungry.  So you will go in my kitchen. I want to be able to talk to you while I'm cooking and feeding my family. I know that as long as you rule my kitchen, no one in my household will go hungry; whether it be their belly, or their soul.

So there you have it. Seems like a simple end to an incredible life. But this is not the end for you. You live in and through us everyday.

Love you and miss you like CRAZY!

Krissy