So, today my sister and mom went to pick up Sirabi's ashes. The container sounds pretty. Al said she opened it up, which surprised me, 'cause when I was little I tried to open up the container with one of our ferrets ashes in them, but I never could get it open.
Apparently they put the ashes into a clear bag of some sort, probably plastic. I guess that's the only reason you can open it up. They probably didn't do that for the ferret's ashes, so that's why it wouldn't open.
That's my guess anyway.
I kinda want to see what they look like....but at the same time I'm creeped out beyond all belief.
Al says they're cream with some brownish flecks, and that some pieces are larger than the fine grains that make up most of it. She thought they were grey in color, not cream. For some reason, I already knew they weren't grey, and I'm not sure why.
I suppose it's because the skin color of people is cream or brown, earthy colors, and bones are white, or off-white or whatever,
alive, and so the ashes wouldn't be grey like firewood. It's all convoluted and odd, my thought process.
Yeah...I just....I don't think I'll ever know how to feel about this. Death is as annoying as life when it comes to emotions, but without either, I'd have nothing.