My daughter brought her new boyfriend to meet the family and join us for Thanksgiving. We met at my sister's home. If any of you have followed this thread you remember that we lost her son last summer.
His urn sits on a cool little table in the dining room with some of his school stuff on it. His picture is above it.
Dale is a country singer and plays with a very good band. He is what you all would think of when the word "cowboy" comes to mind. Tall, southern dressed, boots.
When he came in of course out of courtesy he removed his hat. And since he was staying he found a place to put it.
Christy and I were walking past it and stopped to look at it. She smiled and said what I was thinking. "Wow Michael would have appreciated that."
Kinda freaked out Dale for a minute when he thought he had committed something blasphemus.