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name: Beanie
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Screaming Bean

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

While it seems that most of my days here lately are odd in some way, yesterday may have topped them all. For those of you who remember, my grandmother died during exams in December. Among her last wishes were to give her body to science. She had filled out all the proper paperwork, and it was just a matter of calling a phone number and signing a paper. The Anatomical Gift department at that time stated that she could be in the service of the medical school for up to two years. Some of the extended family seemed oddly put out by her choice, but her children and grandchildren understood. Fast forward to the the end of last week, where my mother received a letter from the department informing us that she was done. It came as a bit of a surprise, but it is the end of semester and it makes sense. My mother and I came to the decision that I would pick her up, and yesterday the arrangments were made. So, shortly after Trusts and Estates, I headed out to pick up my grandmother. Earlier in the day I felt oddly conflicted about the possible experience, but mostly had flashes of every movie I had ever seen where the ashes of a beloved family member get loose. This was going to be a big responsibility. When I finally had the box in my hands though, it didn't seem so strange after all. It was a small box, wrapped in kraft paper, surprisingly heavy, with no marks to identify what was contained within. Normally I would have gone straight home, but my day at school wasn't done so I did what seemed to be the only decision I could make, I took her to school with me. I wasn't going to leave her in the car. I wandered the hallways to the library with the box in front of me, effectively giving her the nickel tour of my home away from home. We found ourselves in the library, with me introducing my charge to the assembled people in the Westlaw lab. How do you respond to this? How many students do you know bring the cremains of dead relatives to school? As time passed I felt proud of having her there. When I was done I took her to my car and we went home. She is now sitting in my living room. My grandfather would like her back. My mother will take her up there at the end of this week. I would rather like to take her to my exams. My spouse thinks she might make a great good luck charm.

handed down by Beanie at 9:16 AM || |