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Input: My Grandfather was by all means an incredible man. He served in WW2 in the Army Air Corps and throughout all of his stories and mottos he always seemed to be a spectacular person that I never got the opportunity to meet. That said...

My only memories of him were as a young child since before he got sent to an old folks home and later died of some pretty criminal neglect (that's for a different story some other time.) He had really severe Alzheimer's when I was a kid. Me and my cousins would always avoid his seat at the dinner table because he was groggy and incoherent as if the poor old man didn't have a soul left in him. It haunted my nightmares, his empty eyes as my mom would push whichever unlucky kid forwards and ask him if he could name us. He never could, so it was always an uncomfortable situation for everyone. 

My grandmother wanted my grandfather and her to be buried togeather after she died, but my grandfather expressed an intent that he had to be creamated. (As a mortician himself, I assume he had his reasons). After he was cremated my mom has kept his ashes in a urn ever since and has proudly professed that she will only see them with herself for as long as she should live.

To soothe my grandmother, I expressed to her that when my mom died I would be burying my grandfather alongside of her. My mother took issue to this, saying that she wanted me to keep the urn after her death so that it could always be in my house with my family (and he could still be alive, in this sense). She's very insistent on it.

I'm sure that my grandfather was a great man, but it would feel so weird to me to keep a urn that belonged to someone who I genuinely never knew. The only evidence that I have of me and him in a picture was him smiling at me after my birth. I don't know if me or him would ever have gotten along or if he would've supported my interests. 

Hell, I don't even know if "being left with a bisexual grandson and his boyfriend" would've been an afterlife that he would've wanted. 

My mom suggests to me that family is more important, but I don't know. It's an unfortunate scenario that my grandfather could never have met us grandkids like he would've wanted, but it feels weird to be responsible for his urn when he's essentially a stranger to me. 

Am I The Asshole? Should I hold onto my grandfather's urn?

not wanting my grandpa's ashes