Walking the dog...
"They" say that you can have some pretty important conversations with your children if you just listen and chat while driving in the car, but in my family, such conversations always occurred when walking the dog. My mother was known to drop some doozies.
"You know your father wasn't my first..."
UMMM, no mom, not until this VERY second...you'd previously maintained that you were a good Catholic girl who waited until marriage...
Sadly ~depending on your perspective~ there is no longer a dog in the family to walk, but the walks still occur.
Such was the case this weekend when my mom and I went out for a walk and she started talking about Daddy's heart attack. She was explaining that she and Daddy had been having some pretty important conversations lately, because it occurred to her while he was lying on the couch opening his own pill bottle, that they should be having a conversation that was more important than, "I can't get the bottle open and I'm not dressed" since it might just be their last. Apparently she said as much and even in the middle of a massive heart attack, Daddy was able to give her The LOOK and she knew no more important coversation would be taking place.
She was relaying to me that they had dicussed what to do with Daddy when he did die ~Way, Way in the future~ I mean, we ALL know her wishes, but she didn't know his. He said he'd like to be creamated and she wanted to know what to do with the ashes. Did he want her to keep him, bury him? Have mini urns made and give some to Evie and I ~Seriously? You cannot make this stuff up~ Spread him somewhere and if so, where?
Daddy came up with a list of three places he wanted to be spread. By the club on the river where he keeps his boat, on the lake up north where we vacationed every summer and then she couldn't, for the life of her, remember the third place as we was telling this to me. "Damn it!" she said, "I'll have to ask him when we get back"
At which point I came up with the ski hill and SCORE! I was correct.
There you have it... now I know what to do with Daddy when he DOES finally pass on ~a very long time from now.
Sometimes I wonder how I turned out normal... but then again, I'm really not normal, so I guess this explains a lot!