I know you are tired of me talking about Simone, but this isn't really about her.
We had asked for her ashes to be returned - at a rather high price too, but she was special. They called Saturday night, but it was closing time for the clinic. I have had this feeling that something wouldn't be right - like we would get ashes, but they wouldn't be Simone. So I went yesterday to pick them up (yeah, Happy Mother's Day).
When I got to the car, I looked at the name on the box. It was "Simah" not "Simone." I thought that was just an anomaly since we have never kept the ashes before. When I got home, I took the wooden box out of the plastic one, and sure enough there was "Simah" on the plaque.
G said there was a mix-up of the ashes. I thought it was just an error on the plaque. He said we should take them back right away. Since we were hosting Sunday Dinner with the family, I said it could wait.
This morning as I was fixing my breakfast, the phone rang. It was the clinic. They were apologizing profusely. The owner of "Simah" was there with Simone.
So, to cut to the chase, G took the ashes back and brought Simone home. She also got to ride along on his route of errands.
2 comments:
I had that fear too with Fred's dog and also with Fred! But deep inside the box, on the plastic bag, were the correct names and Fred even had a special number. I guess he's guaranteed or something?
Um, wow. Who would have ever thought THIS could happen?
Good googly goo.
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