Graveyards might have housed the dead below the ground, but what lay above was always for the living; they were the places where people came to deal with the break between what their lives had once been and what they now were.
I wonder what says about those who wish to be cremated, and their loved ones who complete that wish and spread the ashes across land, water or space. I has my Dads ashes here for a few months and I went into a downwards spiral of grief & anger and it wasn’t until my Mother forced the issue, literally walked in and forcibly took his ashes, along with other things, that I began to climb out. So was it me? My emotions? My situation? Or was it something else?
