[publius911]

My daddy rides with me in my truck’s glove box.

I wasn't aware that they made truck glove boxes that big.
The ashes of the dearest human of my entire life are in a small, modest wooden box that wouldn't fit in any glove box I've ever seen.

[tet68]

So, ok, not all of him is in there.
The majority was dispersed on the site of
the log cabin where he was born.
I’ve still got enough to talk to when I go deer
hunting. Maybe it’s only his left foot, but that’s
fine.