Together again

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The first thing I pulled from the still-too-hot kiln last night was the urn for my mother-in-law Mary's ashes. She'd be so happy; it turned out perfect, just the way she wanted it.

I shipped her ashes home from Wisconsin last month, along with those of my father-in-law, Del, snug in his urn. It's the same bird bath, by the way, painted on both pots. It was just outside the front picture window of their Brookfield house.

They're together again, side by side on a shelf in our living room here in Eugene. I like to think they'd be happy to be here.