Something felt when they arrived.
A week before Christmas, my brother Ryan and his wife Lindsey stood on our threshold, tied up in heavy coats, and their faces were getting tired of the cold. There was something in Lindsey’s eyes – restlessness that I couldn’t quite place. But I wiped it as exhaustion from freezing temperatures outside.
Their heating system failed, and thanks to the col, so that their home did not take off, my husband Nathan and I had no choice but to take them in. I tried to silence the rodent feeling in my intestine and reminded myself that it was only temporary. But I knew little, their arrival would trigger a chain of events that would change our Christmas with an unforgettable nightmare.
At first everything seemed good. On the third day, however, I started to wear the behavior of my sister -in -law (forces).
It monopolized our main bathroom and left wet towels and equipment, although it had full access to the guest bedroom shower. Worse, I realized that some of my sweaters and other things miraculously migrated into her bag – without it, that she also asked to borrow them!
But nothing could prepare me for what I found on Christmas Eve in the morning.
We gathered for breakfast when I noticed something special. The tires in the living room, formerly decorated with garlands and stockings, appeared … empty.
“Did anyone see mom?” I asked and my voice shakes slightly.
I meant a black marble vase that held the ashes of my mother we placed there to honor her wish to “spend” Christmas with us.
Lindsey barely looked up from a plate before she gave careless shoulders.
“Do you mean her ash?” I threw them in the garden. The vase scared me to death every time I saw her. ”
Her words were like a dagger to my heart.
A week before Christmas came the karma for my sister -in
Just a week before Christmas, my brother Ryan and his wife Lindsey appeared at our Prague, tied up and looked exhausted. Their heating system disintegrated and frost temperatures caused their home to fail. Although I had my doubts, my husband Nathan and I welcomed them, I didn’t know about the chaos that would soon develop.
At first everything seemed good. But the third day Lindsey began to spread to me.
She took over our main bathroom and left scattered wet towels and personal items everywhere, although she had full access to the bathroom for guests. Even worse, I noticed that some of my sweaters and other things ended up mysteriously in her bag – without her, even asked!
But nothing could prepare me for what I found on Christmas Eve in the morning.
When we gathered for breakfast, something felt. The fireplace cloak, once decorated with garlands and stockings, looked strange bare.
“Did anyone see mom?” I asked my voice restless. I meant the black marble urn that held my mother’s ashes. We placed it there to fulfill her wish to “spend” Christmas with us.
Lindsey barely looked from her plate. “Oh, that?” She said with a shrug. “I threw it in the garden.” The thing scared me every time I saw it. ”
I stared at her with shock. “You what?”
She looked at me bored. “Relax. It’s just ash. You’re so dramatic.”
My heart pounded. “You didn’t have any right!” I shouted, and tears disappeared in my eyes. “Mom had one wish and you – you just threw her away?”
Lindsey looked up. “It’s not as if she knew,” she said.
Her indifference was unbearable. I trembled with anger and ran out, desperately searching the grass and the basket. But it was too late. My mother’s ashes – her last physical presence – were gone.
That night, around midnight, the silence broke with a cold scream!
Nathan and I fired in bed and exchanged scared glances before rushing up. Before we arrived in Ryan and Lindsey’s room, we were hit by a terrible smell with the defendant’s stomach like a brick wall.
The carpet, Lindsey’s clothing, and even some of my people were soaked in murky water, while the suite was foul from the bathroom in the Suite area.
Nathan tried to keep his face straight. “Lords,” he said. “It looks like the toilet has backed up.”
He added with the grin, “It must be some Christmas miracle.” Lindsey, furious and humiliated, frowned at him.
I leaned on the guarantee and I couldn’t resist. “Maybe it’s karma,” I murmured. “For what you did to mom.” She always had a bad sense of humor. ”
Ryan tried to calm Lindsey and led her away as she was silent.
The following morning Ryan quietly confessed to Nathan and backed up the toilet as Lindsey used it. The sound sounded until she shouted and slipped on the mess in the dark!
Unfortunately, for Lindsey, her stripe was unlucky. Plumb could not come until the day after Christmas and let us spend a holiday with an unpleasant scent of waste water in the air.
At one point Ryan pulled me aside. “Thanks for not digging us,” he said hesitantly. “I know Lindsey can be … difficult.”
I dug my eyebrows. “Difficult?” I mocked. “Ryane, she dropped her mum’s ashes!”
The anger broke me again and I was thinking of telling them to pack up and leave. But then I looked at Lindsey. She sat down at the dining table, her face light, her eyes rushed nervously around – almost as if she were waiting for another disaster to hit.
When she tried to complain about her suffering to the rest of her family, she didn’t get compassion.
“Did you drop their mother’s ashes?” My aunt gasped. “What did you mean?”
At the end of the night, Lindsey was humiliated and sat in an unpleasant silence, while everyone else disagreed.
Maybe she wasn’t with us as we had hoped, but at that moment I felt more of her presence than ever.
Conclusion
When the night approached, I couldn’t help but think about everything that happened. Lindsey’s actions were unforgivable, but eventually had to face the consequences of their own thoughtlessness. The discomfort, embarrassment, and the stunning sense of isolation she felt was all her own production.
Although the loss of my ash was in such a cruel way, it was heartbreaking, I found comfort that I knew he was still with us – not in weight, but in our memories, our laughter and the unshakable bond we shared as a family.
And when I looked around the room, surrounded by loved ones who really appreciated and respected her memory, I certainly knew one thing – Mom laughed for the last time.