The Jar

When my brother Glenn was still somewhat healthy, he told us that he wanted to be cremated and he wanted his ashes placed in an Aunt Jemima cookie jar.  We weren't thrilled by this idea, but this was just the kind of thing Glenn would want, so we just went along.  He shopped for the jar himself and came up with one after some time.  A few months later, my mom transferred Glenn's ashes to the cookie jar.  We tried to see the humor in the whole cookie jar deal, as we all knew Glenn would want us to do, but I've gotta tell you.  It was tough.  We mostly didn't look over at it too much.

The cookie jar got buried in the backyard under a beautiful pink dogwood tree.  The dogwood tree died this year, so we're getting a new tree.  Brother Bar called me yesterday to tell me that they were having a hard time finding the jar.  He said, "Spent the day looking for Glenn.  To no avail."  This made me laugh, but deep down I was a little sad.  But tralala! Come to find out, Brother K found the jar today and the fam sent a photo via cell phone. I cried when I saw that dumb cookie jar.  But I was relieved.  Glenn's ashes are found and the Aunt Jemima cookie jar has held up well lo these 20 years.

Another great story from the Glenn Man.  He's chuckling somewhere as we shake our heads in disbelief.  That's how it went most of the time with that kid.