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 Category:  Biographical Non-Fiction
  Posted: March 31, 2017      Views: 36

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The Case of the Missing Urn
"Family" by Deejharrington

There are a couple things you, dear reader, should know. I have always been the "historian" of my family. All the photos, silver, china, and jewellery has ended up in my possession. I listened carefully to my grandmothers' stories about relatives gone before my birth. I especially loved hearing the tales of my great-grandparents. They owned a series of hotels in Michigan during the late 1800's to early 1900's. As usual, I seem to be off point. Which is, along with the family traditions and treasures came the responsibilities.

For as long as I can remember I companied by parents to the family grave site. Each Memorial Day, we would plant geraniums, ivy, and a couple spike plants in the large urn. The urn itself had guarded the headstones for many years. It may have been placed there by the first occupants; my great-grandparents. Since the death of my mother, I have taken on this duty. Well, except for last year, I screwed up. I didn't go.

I am glad I did visit last fall. For some reason I took some pictures. The one you see with this post is the last time I saw the urn. It has disappeared. It wasn't something one would walk away with. It surely weighed at least fifty pounds.

The only reason I was at the cemetery in March was to sign off on my final payment for my funeral. No, I am not suffering from some fatal, lingering ailment. I want it done a certain way when my time does come. So I made the plans awhile ago and have been making monthly installments. My mother's grave was the last plot open so I will be cremated and interred at the foot of my dad's. Why not my mother's you may ask? Don't, its a story for another time.

After I had gone over the arrangements and signed off, I drove around to say hi to the relatives. Normally I have no problem finding the spot. You simply drive around the two Grinnell mausoleums and park next to the urn. I parked and looked around, a little confused. Had my crappy memory done it again? There was the tree, behind me the Grinnell's, but where was my family? I found the stones but it suddenly occurred to me why I was disorientated. The urn was gone. What the hell?

My girlfriend had followed me, so I explained my confusion. I remembered I had pictures in my phone. I scrolled through them hoping I had one of the urn. Armed with the proof, I returned to the office. Where was the damn urn? Nobody there had any clue. I filled out a form and was told they would be in touch. I am not holding my breath it will be found.

In a way, I should be relieved. One more responsibility to cross off my list. But it is just one more thing of my family that has disappeared. As the years go by, I have fewer touchstones of what once was. If they don't find it, I will insist they replace it with something close. Then I guess I need to go geranium shopping.

Author Notes
I guess this is a "ramble" but I am trying to keep my hand and mind in writing. It's not coming as easy as it once did.
Spellcheck is not cooperating so sorry for any errors.
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