today, the man who used to own my house, circa 4 years ago, came along with a merriad of friends and relatives to spread the ashes of his dead wife in our flower garden.
i got home from the gym to be greeted with 30 strange people circled around my yard, sipping wine. you can even see the ashes ontop of the woodchips on the ground.
truth be told, its bizarre and kind of freaks me out. i mean, i know its just ash.. but its a person.. was a person.. layed out where everyone can see it.