He’s sitting on the shelf in the living room. It feels good to have him back. No idea what will be done with his ashes. The idea has not presented itself as of this time. I will know when I know.
The place that handled the cremation is in a rather rough part of Philadelphia. The building itself is mid 19th century. Someone’s old stone mansion. The whole property is surrounded by a 12’ high fence with concertina wire on top.
Parked in the rear of the place. Walked around to the front door. There was a cell phone number on one of the double doors. I opened the left door of the double doors and we walked in. Wandered a bit trying to find someone. Found the office and they seemed shock to see us. Asked us how we got in. Said we walked right in. One of the staff hustled out to lock the doors. I suppose the doors were locked when we got there. Larry knew we were coming and he let us in. I can tell now we are never going to be apart.
I seem to have pneumonia now. Started medication for it yesterday. Felt a bit better today.