On Saturday, we will bury Dad's remains in this lovely urn. Mom and Dad have identical urns, side-by-side, at the spot they picked out long ago. The cemetery crew has already opened Dad's space under their head stone. They left a shovel behind for family to fill in the small grave, after the memorial service and VFW flag salute.
We did the same for Mom, which was a poignant and frankly, very western experience. We remember it as something totally unique to Cripple Creek and that beautiful place on the hill outside town.
Marji and my brother are in already in Cripple Creek after making long drives. Friends and family are arriving soon. We fly out early tomorrow morning. No big surprise, but there was a glitch opening up the house. Yikes. Plumber coming tomorrow for emergency water line repairs, and fingers crossed everything is flowing by Saturday's open house.
I'll check in over the next few days as time and energy permits. 9,000 feet elevation is a jolt.
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