This Friday, I will face the second most difficult thing I've had to face in my lifetime. At 1:30 p.m., my daughter, buried August 1, 1994, will be disinterred. With a small group of her family, we will pay our respects as her body is taken from the ground that swallowed her, and we will have her cremated to bring her home. It's something I've wanted to do for 13 long years. I'm ready now. I am scared, admittedly. But I know it's the right thing for me to do. I have a butsudan to hold her ashes, and of course, my heart will continue to hold her memory.
2 comments:
OMG OMG OMG!!! Chey's going home with Mommy! Jo, if you want my presence, just ask. It would be an honor, but I will not intrude. This is sacred!
Peace and Grace!
I had no idea you were getting ready to do this, Jo. My whole heart to you and I'll be sending you lots and lots of distance Reiki all week -- but especially on Friday.
xox
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