Ms Heather's blog: "Little things that are important!"

They came to me tonight. My mothers ashes. My aunt had the funeral home separate them into separate bags for me and my sisters. They are all labeled neatly. I thought I was numb. But I'm sitting here looking at a UPS package that holds what remains of most of my mother. We have our plans for the scattering of her ashes, but now that it's here I'm so angry. Angry at everything! Angry that my mother is gone, angry that she was taken so soon from us, angry that my son will never ever know her. But I'm more angry that the last time I hold my mother it's in a cardboard envelope from UPS. The woman who gave me her face and eyes. I will never look upon her again. I miss my mother.