She is home.

I just picked up Aunt Tudi's cremains.  She is in a black plastic box in a shopping bag, which is kind of ironic since she collected shopping bags "just in case."

The entire family is going with me to Craggy Dome in Asheville tomorrow, to scatter her ashes.  I'm heartbroken by all of this, but I'm ready to do what I need to. 

But to think that my beloved Aunt Tudi is in a box in the dining room wrenches at my soul.  Why can't she still be alive.