I was at a dear friend’s house this weekend. Even though we have been friends for ages, we always seem to spend time together “out” or at another friend’s home. So this was the first time I had ever been in her home.
Her mother passed away before mine did and we connect through our similar losses. I love being in the My Mom (or Dad) Is Dead Club, because those of us in it, seem to have this different level of humour and understanding of death. It’s like we have a secret handshake, but don’t really have one.
So it was completely normal for me to notice the urn on the mantel and me turn to her and say, “Is that your mom?” And she said, “Yup. That’s actually a cookie jar.”
And then we laughed and chatted about it a bit more. And then that was it.