“Uh-oh,” my cousin said. I followed her gaze to the toddler who was evading his father by running circles around the urn’s pedestal. “Hold this,” Nessa said, handing me the baby. “Mama needs to quietly and gracefully save the day.” “You know,” I said to the baby, “my dad would probably love it if your brother accidentally dumped his ashes today. He’d think it was hilarious.”
