So, for many years I have told my boys that when I die I want some of my ashes spread on Hwy 38 in Montana, and that I want the rest made into beads or jewelry, but especially Christmas ornaments, one for each child and grandchild. I can just imagine the scene...everyone decorating the tree, having fun...till someone fumbles the ornament...and I can almost hear my sons voice yell Hey! Be careful! Thats your grandmother!! This is where my mind goes in the wee hours. I really need to sleep.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 11:56:43 +0000
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