As some of you already know, my in-laws, who have lived in Georgia for about 40 years, are in the process of selling their home and moving to Texas. Its been kind of a strange time for Brad (my husband), since this is the house he grew up in, and it will be strange for him to reach a time hell never have a reason to go there. :heart: Weve been helping them with some of the arrangements shipping their van, selling their car. They have been intent on selling off or giving away various things they dont want to bother with packing and then unpacking. Last night, Brad went over there to collect more firewood and get the old family photo albums out of a hall closet. His mother was seated in the living room down the hall, and calling out to him things like: "Do you want that blender on the second shelf? Take it if you do!" Then he hears this: "Brad? Do you want your grandparents?" Brad: "Excuse me?" "Your grandparents .do you want them?" "What do you mean, Mom?" "If you want them, theyre in that closet, by the photo albums .top shelf, I think!" So he looks up, and sure enough, there are two urns, side by side .he said, "Mom! Arent you going to take these with you? Theyre YOUR parents!" "Nah ..Im afraid theyll just spill in a box, or something .be a real mess. Why dont you and Terri go dump them out someplace .maybe make a picture for me of you doing it .?" ....Brad came home without the urns. Bless his soul!