Returning to Quincy a few days after the funeral, Mom and Eddie decided to spend a few days with us. The owner of the bar across the street, was good friend's with both me and my mother, even before I moved into my house, and he agreed to let them park the RV on his lot while they visited. Which made it nice for all of us. They could visit with the kids, but not have to trip over everyone in my household if they didn't want to, and the kids could spend some time with their great-grandmother without being intrusive.
     There was still the matter of what to do with my share of Wesley's ashes. And, for my mother's share as well. It's kinda weird to see that a person can be compressed down into a shoebox. Well, it wasn't an actual shoebox, but a...

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