Witzend my parents died 10 years apart and wanted their ashes scattered together. So my brother and I at dusk went to a hut by the river Severn they loved to sit in and have a picnic. I had mom's and my brother dad's so we scattered them mixing them together some went down the bank and into the river. Its no allowed but we did what they wanted . My brother said if anyone came along and told us off he would said well you pick them up. It wasn't sad as it's only ash not them.
My husband died 19 years ago his ashes are in my wardrobe. My daughter will scatter us together somewhere pretty. And hopefully a nice patch of flowers grow but knowing us it will be a patch of nettles 🤣 . My husband was 47 when he died . I am now 65.
Being cremated for us was the sensible as I have only been to one burial. The coffin was beautiful as it was made from wicker. But I would hate for a loved one of mind to just end up as a rotting corpse and then skeleton. Plus my friend has no family so she will be buried with her husband when the time comes but then there is no one to look after the grave. She visits it everyday I understand her need but it's not him .
My husband lives in in my head and heart and our children and grandson's. He stopped existing the moment he took his last breath. I am an atheist as all our family so don't believe in God or the ever after. But what gives me comfort my husband lives on in our children and grandson's DNA. But we all find comfort where we can. My grief gets worse with the pasting years and can still be overwhelming at times. But have learnt to cope.
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Daughter not allowed to know new baby’s name until she visits him
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