Julia's ashes

I've recently started reading Mattie "Little House on the Rocky Ridge."  It is a series written by one of Laura Ingalls Wilders descendants about Laura's daughter Rose.  In the chapter I read last night it talked about a railroad boss finding an "Indian" (Native American) mummified baby.  As I was reading the chapter, I thought to myself, "Oh boy... this could be interesting.  I wonder what questions I'm going to have to answer to this one.)   So Mattie and I indeed started talking about mummies and what they are.  That led to us talking about how we deal with people's bodies who have died in the current times.  So we talked about burial and we talked about cremation.  When we talked about cremation, she asked about what happened to the bones.  So I told her that they burn up, too, just like the rest of the body.  So at that point it was only appropriate that I explain to Mattie that we decided to have Julia cremated and that we still have her ashes and haven't decided what to do with them yet.  She of course wanted to see the box.  So I asked Bob to get it down and show it to her.  She wanted to see the ashes, but of course, that was not possible.  The box is sealed with tape.  I had forgotten how small the box was.  Seeing it made me cry.  It was appropriate and ironic that all this came up last night because yesterday was the 8th... the anniversary of Julia's death.  I don't like to attach God's fingerprint to all things that happen every minute of every day as if He's some puppeteer in Heaven controlling everything... but one has to wonder when things seem to "line up" a bit too perfectly.  Certainly not all things are coincidence.  I'm glad we had the chance to talk about it as a family.