The Promise

Sandbox Writing Challenge 21 — Shhhh! It’s a secret. –
What Have You Done That No One Knows About ?

When my brother was dying, he asked me to put his ashes in with our Dad.
I drove six hundred miles to honour that request,  only to be told that I was not allowed to do that.
The rule was two bodies per hole.
My Dad and infant son  were  already residing there.

I called back the next day, without identifying myself, and asked if I could plant a perennial at the gravesite as I lived far away and it depressed me to see the barren stones with no flowers.
Upon approval, I hastened to the greenhouse, purchased a lovely tiger lily plant and went to the cemetery.
I dug a hole, dropped my brother in, dropped the lily on top of brother and filled the hole in.
Done in under five minutes in the middle of a sunny June day, with a burial taking place five plots over to the right,  and what looked to  be a mildly intoxicated teenaged cemetery worker riding a mower to the left of me.
I have zero regrets and no shame.
In the back of my mind,  I knew I could likely cry my way out of anything serious in court if I was caught and fined.
There was also much irony as my brother had lived his life dodging the law and I knew he would be tickled at the thought that he had forced his sister to commit a criminal act in order to keep a promise.


3 thoughts on “The Promise

  1. Marilyn Claire January 7, 2016 / 6:37 am

    I’m proud of you. It was the right, fair, honest, sisterly, loving thing to do. That’s a promise that must be kept. You did it. Yeah.

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  2. Colette B January 13, 2016 / 2:09 am

    Well done you! That must have been very upsetting to be told you couldn’t fulfill your late brother’s wishes. I’m happy for you that you were able to find a way to do so 🙂


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