I knew already I had to go to the post office and pick up his forever resting place. I walked in and handed them my card to get my package and they met me at the door . With an "I'm so sorry" smile she handed me a box marked "fragile". If you only knew I thought.
I knew I had to open it and I wasn't going to sit in front of the Post Office so I headed down to sit to look into the harbour but I couldn't get into there either. So I pulled to the side of the road and took my Scooter key and opened the box. It is beautiful....and heavy as hell!
Rich has researched to see if we need any special permission or charges on the flights and learned if it/he could go through the TSA scanner we would have no problem. At first it brought me to tears thinking he would have to go through a scanner like a piece of luggage....then I hear...."Cool, that'll be fun". Sounds just like him. So with tear filled eyes I was on my way to the airport. My loving husband had an instinct like no other and called me as I turned onto the road to the airport.....just to see how I was. I told him where I was and how beautiful it was. We hung up as I pulled in to the airport. I took the ball in and asked for a TSA agent and was pointed to Customs. I explained with a lump in my throat was I was holding and why I was asking and if they could please verify they could screen it and not be an issue. The agent took me to Customs where it was a quick absolutely no problem to carry on. Then she took me over to the screeners and in Spanish or some version of, she told the lady something and I got "that look" and then she explained what I was needing. They again told me as long as it could go through. That is why I am here could you please send it through so when we fly this weekend I don't have any issues....absolutely. I stood there and tears fell...couldn't stop them....tried...but nope couldn't do it. Deep breathes, Calm Down I said....nope. So let them fall I thought. The lady came back and said not a problem and she said there is nothing in there....it is empty....with such caution. I said yes I just picked it up and on my way to crematorium to drop it off but I needed to make sure after I get it back I won't have a problem we have to go to the states this weekend. She was so nice and told me what I would see once the ashes are in there and prepared for the screening process. She asked me when we are flying and I told her so as all ears were perked in the area, she said I will make sure everyone here knows and will be watching for you. Everyone in there with her agreed with her. I am sure I just rocked their day in a way they were not expecting....after all we are St Croix about the worst they deal with is someone trying to take bananas on the plane.
Within 15 minutes I am back on the road headed to drop off this Urn feeling relieved and calling Rich to assure him I am fine. I had this indescribable feeling as I pulled into the parking lot. A door was open next to the one I needed to go into. I don't know if it was the same suite on not but you wonder. I met with the lady and left the Urn after the Condolences and I'm so sorrys. I know Jared is here. I know somewhere in this building my son is lying there. I heard him say earlier come pick him up and the urge to want to go see him one last time was so strong. As I climbed into the truck I hear him say I'm not ready yet Mom. I will call you. Sigh...really Jared? I know paperwork is holding everything up. But he isn't ready to come home yet. So I need to get my nails fixed before I travel and I was determined to make myself go. Along the way my mom called to say just check on me. How did she know? Nevermind...she is Mom....she knew. I explain what has happened in my day and where I am headed and she said that is exactly what I need. I walked in to the salon and something said you should get a pedicure. I rarely ever do that. The lady said pick out the color.....I went straight for this red and blue glitter and she said you need a color under it again straight for a dark blue.....Harpeth Blue. I don't even remember any other colors all I remember is this very long wall with a rainbow of color. I closed my eyes and felt the chair massage me trying to hold back tears that wanted to fall when I hear "they look nice Mom" I opened my eyes as I was startled but he wasn't there. I looked down and they are nice Blue with Read and Blue Glitter on top. This is SSSOOOOO out of character for me. I usually get red or pink.....I don't go outside that box. So why? I think it is just someone having some fun and getting me ready for a Harpeth Soccer Game.
I returned home and Rich and I have had lunch. Waiting for a call to "Come Pick Me Up"
At about 5:00 Atlantic Time we got the call that all the paperwork has come through and they were caring for Jared and he will be able to come home in the morning.
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