I brought Ripely home... one last time.

I made arrangements for Ripley to be cremated.  Today I picked up his ashes.

As they handed me the box, my heart sank, as I got into the truck I hugged the box and burst into tears .... again.

The sticker on the front of the box said "Ripley Snell". I cautiously opened the box. On top was a certificate of who prepared the box, and what was in it, along with a card. There was a simple (but nice) wooden box in a velvet cover. I pulled out the box, and took it out of the velvet cover.  I tried to open it – but it appears to be sealed shut. I didn’t force it. They did a wonderful, respectful job.


Reality is so painful, but I’m happy to have him home.