This Is Me Maria

Christopher helped me pour the ashes into the urn. I almost couldn’t do it. There were bone fragments in there…

We poured wax up to the top to seal it since it didn’t come with a lid.

Now what?

The urn. It is here. It is just as beautiful in person, if not more so. I took the box of my mom’s ashes out of the spare bedroom and the walmart plastic bag. I set it on the table. That was hard. It was like I was being stabbed in the chest as I attempted to open the velvet bag. I couldn’t. So it is just sitting on my table. I walk by once a day and rest my hand on it for a few seconds. Eventually I hope to be able to open it and deposit the ashes into the urn.