Last Sunday I took mom to visit my dad’s remains.

The idea of visiting my dead friends and family has never really stuck with me, I can’t help feeling as if I was visiting a nicely kept firewood warehouse to visit the beautiful trees… I’d much rather walk in the woods and enjoy the living trees, keeping a fond memory of those already gone.

But I can understand how much we both miss him, and how we both try to cope with his absence, each in our own way.

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