A story about siblings. No paranormal. Just real stuff.
“I want my ashes scattered in San Francisco Bay,” said my sister Roxanne.
“Do you know how many bodies are dumped in San Francisco Bay every year? You’ll be down there with Laci Peterson’s head,” said Phil.
Jeremy looked shocked. “What?” I don’t know why Jeremy looks shocked at anything Phil says anymore.
“You’re disgusting Phil,” I said. “Why do you even say shit like that?”
Phil didn’t answer. He never did when I called him out about his inappropriate comments.
We kept hiking along the winding path towards the beach, a gray haired foursome of two men and two women. My brothers Phil and Jeremy, and my sister Roxanne and I were finally going to scatter our parent’s ashes.
For years Mom had kept Dad’s ashes in a box in the back of her closet, along with the ashes of our two family dogs Weimar and Clyde. Mom had been…
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