One
place where I find peace is with Andrew’s ashes in our den. The peace relates
to him being with us in our home as opposed to in some cemetery.
My heart
almost leaps for joy when I drive by a cemetery and see people visiting graves,
laying flowers or tending the grounds and I realize Andrew is not there.
I still cannot even bear the thought of
distributing his ashes. I know, at some
point this decision will have to be made, maybe not by me.
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