I drove a lady to the airport this morning. As we drove away from the hotel I could hear her crying quietly. When we arrived she requested a wheelchair and I waited by the door to help her. She had a large purse and was having a hard time getting out of the car. I offered to hold her bag. She protected it with her hands and said it was her sons remains. I said I would be very careful and she reluctantly handed it to me, it weighed about five pounds. I held her sons ashes with both hands as she slowly exited the car and slipped into the wheelchair. She asked for the bag and I carefully placed it in her lap. She turned to the skycap and told him it was her sons remains. I thanked her and wished her a lovely journey.