Our original plan was to spread his ashes, but we haven't yet felt quite ready to actually do that. Instead, my siblings and I have passed it around. We're not creepy urn people, I swear. But, there was that one time I brought Dad on a plane in my carry-on. I mean, you can't leave your dad to the baggage handlers, so what else do you do.
I walked through security sheepishly as my backpack, concealing the urn to the naked eye, slid into the x-ray. I watched the TSA people anticipating a reaction.
"Whose backpack is this?"
"It's mine... um, I can explain."
"Is it what I think it is?"
"Yes." Grimace face.
And they let me go. And everyone around me wondered what was in my bag. And I wondered what it looked like under x-rays.
June 2, 2010. My dad died three years ago. Miss you Dad.
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