The Dilemma

     So here it is, the dilemma. For my Grandfather's burial this next week, we had planned to be able put his ashes into a wooden box that my mom has been carving and putting together, and to then put the box into a cement vault that will be buried. Yesterday, we figured out that the wooden box wouldn't fit in the vault at all. Unfortunately that leaves us with the dilemma of what do we do now? The box is a beautiful creation that my mom has spent hours on, but now that it can't fit, what do we do with the box? Granted I thought of giving the wooden box to my grandmother, but we decided that we better not for various reasons that I will not explain at this moment. I will, however, like to hear any suggestions that you have to help us in this troubling time. Maybe we'll just keep the box around the house or give it to another person. (audible sigh) Anyway, our house was still quiet until almost 11:00 o' clock this morning, which is surprising to say and hear because usually me or my dad would be up earlier than that. Maybe yesterday was such an exhausting day, both physically and emotionally that we just crashed on the bed and became a bump on the log.