I remember...

I remember carrying my moms ashes out of the funeral home. I was her only daughter. I was so angry because nobody else offered and I was so determined not to ask...I wouldn't have let them anyway, it was not their burden to carry.  My jaw was set as I walked out the door and down the sidewalk. I was expected to be the strong one, as always... taking me back to being a child and always being the one to carry the burden. I'm grateful to God for easing my burden over the last 16 years. I'm grateful to God for a strong shoulder to lean on... in Joe.