Woman Plans On Eating Her Mom’s Ashes On Christmas

What the holy hell did I just read?

Prepare yourself. This is completely horrifying in every way imaginable. I’m trying to be sensitive to this woman’s feelings because she’s grieving, but then again, SHE IS CLEARLY INSANE.

Meet Debra Parsons. She’s a 41-year-old woman who lost her mother back in May. Everyone grieves in different ways. I understand that, but I’m not even sure if we should categorize this as grieving. It’s just plain disturbing.

Basically, she feels the need to eat her mother’s ashes and has already indulged in some spoonfuls. She says it makes her feel close to her. For the grand finale, she plans to sprinkle her mother all over her Christmas dinner.

“It is the only thing that will get me through my first Christmas without mum,” she said.

It’s hard to go through the holidays without your loved one. Totally understandable. But sprinkling your mother’s ashes on Christmas dinner and digesting them is NOT the answer.

“I feel like she can live on by being inside of me because if she is part of me she can breathe through my body. My breath is her breath,” she said.

That’s not how this works. That’s not how ANY of this works.

“It will be my first Christmas without her and I want her to be involved and this is the only way that feels right to me,” she continued.

She’s thoroughly convinced that this is the best way to honor her mother.

“I decided I wanted to do something with her ashes that would make a ­difference to how we remembered her. I didn’t want to just scatter them because that would feel like throwing her away,” she said.

“At first I kept them in a ­plastic sandwich bag.

“I wanted to be with them all the time so I had them by my bed or with me around the house.

“Then I got a ­little box for them so I could have them on display but no matter what I did I just couldn’t get that feeling of closeness.” But one day – when she was missing her mum more than usual – Debra had a moment of inspiration.

“I don’t know what made me do it the first time – it was just an urge. I can’t describe it.

Salty

“I opened the box and licked my fingers and just dipped them into the powder.

“Before I knew what I was doing they were in my mouth and the chalky, salty taste was comforting. I felt confused by what I had done to begin with but the feeling of comfort and closeness it brought was the first bit of solace I’d had since her death.”

I think I’m going to hurl.

“But Christ-mas has always been a really ­difficult time of year since the anniversary of my son’s death is December 28 and as it gets close this year I feel the urge even more. Christmas is a special time of year when you want to be close to the ones you love the most and I feel the loss of those that aren’t here more strongly now than ever.

“But I don’t want to just eat the ashes on my fingers – I’d like my mum to be a part of the celebration this year so I will have her with my Christmas dinner.

“We will have a place laid for her and a picture of her on the table so she can be with us on the very
special day.”

I’m at a loss for words. This is disgusting. I can only be so understanding. At some point, someone needs to shake her and tell her it is NOT OK TO EAT THE ASHES OF A LOVED ONE. It’s disgusting, weird and disrespectful.

The worst part of this? She’s not the only one who has had this reaction to a loved one passing. This “Strange Addictions” episode will induce vomiting. Sorry.

I can’t even deal.

Don’t worry mom. I promise to NEVER sprinkle you on Christmas dinner.

h/t The Mirror