Two Peas in a Pod for 60 Years

My granddad is dying. This weekend my family went up to Pennsylvania to visit him and say our goodbyes, which was hard of course. My aunts visited the funeral home to start making those arrangements. My grandma told us that Granddaddy said he wanted to be cremated, which surprised her. She had never considered that an option, and seemed kind of grossed out or creeped out about the idea. I think she said, "Ehhhleck!" She seemed to be throwing in the towel, though. She said, "Not that it really matters...you used to think all this was important stuff, but it doesn't really matter after all."

Apparently, though, they have the option of just getting one plot. If she still wanted to be buried, they could put the casket in and have the urn go on top. Or, if she decided she would be cremated too, they could put both urns in one plot. As she was telling us these options, she said, "Well, I think as long as we're together. Two peas in a pod for 60 years, we ought to be together."

I am continuously reminded of how unbelievably, truly fortunate I am to have so many models of love and commitment in my life.