In a macabre dedication, Dorcasina, this one goes out to you.
A little while ago, GH and I talked about what he'd like done with his remains.* GH is not at all religious, and he expressed a desire to be cremated and then put in some kind of container that I could move around with me. (Dorcasina: beleive it or not, this conversation happened maybe a day before you made a comment on this subject. Eerie.) Basically, his wish boils down to being wherever I am. I am all in favor of this.
After some thought, GH decided that he wants to be put in two boxes: one for me and one for his parents. I'd rather have all of him, but I understand where he's coming from and I want to honor his wishes, so OK.
It's taken some discussion, but his parents have agreed to this plan. Today, GH's dad and I were talking about how we will each honor "our share." GH's parents plan to have a traditional funeral and burial, and GH's dad talked about what kind of ceremony they want, etc. Then he asked me, "What do you plan to do here in Boston?"
I told him that I don't know yet because I knew the real answer would flip him out. I'm sure we'll have some kind of memorial service, but I plan to keep GH at home. I suppose some people, even many people, might find that creepy, but not me. It's what GH wants, too. I know his parents will find that odd and perhaps even offensive somehow, but they will get over it.
Here comes the gallows humor . . . GH and I are both avid travelers. He's always been somewhat annoyed that I've been to more US states than he has. We both love to cross new states off our list. Today he told me that he'd like it if, when I travel to new states after he is gone, I bring him along for the ride.
Happy to oblige, my love, happy to oblige.
*Aside: remains is such a creepy, detached word. I'm not sure what would be better, but remains? Sounds like the leftovers from dinner. Yuck.