Lost in translation
In the urn post, some of you said that you didn’t feel a need to have your loved ones’ ashes back. I get that. I mean, it’s just soot and shadows and memories. Nothing of what made them what they are remains.
Emmett had a big red mane like a lion. He was the most huggable dog I’ve ever met. I spent hours with my face buried in his neck- studying for board exams, seeking solace, or just hanging out. You can’t do that with a hard edged box.
He used to be waiting for me by the door every day.

He spent the afternoons curled up on the overstuffed couch. We chased him off it for a few years, then stopped bothering.

He and Mulan can still hang out in their favorite place, the living room.

*sigh*

This sucks.



