This is a picture of my mom, Karen and my dad Bob Johnson. They look so young(because they were) and happy. I am pretty sure it was taken while they were dating in 1953 or 1954.
Today I got a call from the funeral director to let me know I can pick up dad's ashes for transport to Ames on Friday. So I said to Karen "can you drive me to Ernisse's to pick up dad?" The look on her face was priceless and we had a good laugh.
Earlier, Diane, Whitney and Tiffany came over to help me sort through some of dad's things. He didn't have much left. I suggested that Diane might like some of his favorite shirts to make a memory quilt and she took some of his favorites. I am looking forward to seeing what she comes up with. Most of his clothes and coats will go to the Rescue Mission. It was a sad, but necessary job and I was grateful for their help.
When Dave's mom was cremated in Massachusetts, we too drove to get her remains. She had chosen a lovely blue/green marble urn. We walked to the car and Dave went to put the urn in the back seat......and I stopped him...."Oh no.....your mom ALWAYS rode in the front passenger seat and that's where she goes today." So he buckled her in.....and we drove to church. She would have loved it.
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