Losing Parent
Dealing with My Mother's Death
It was December 21, 1999 - a grey, downcast Tuesday morning. As I watched, first my grandmother, then my father and brother used a long pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of bone from the tray filled with bones and ashes, and place it in the urn. My brother handed me the chopsticks, and I too picked up a piece to put into the urn. The... >Full Story