Your Forever Home
Wow.
Which color. Which size. Should we put a beautiful design. I can't believe I am picking out an urn for my sister to reside. This is not a choice I thought would ever be mine. I am stuck trying to decide if I even want to believe you left and died. This part of the process is called denial and I am afraid I may be here for a while. I can't imagine you are nowhere on this planet in flesh and bone. No longer a voice I will hear on the other side of a phone. I wish I could get through this step of grieving, but every step is here for a reason. Picking an urn, putting you in is just something I can't begin. It's real, you are gone. My life is still here, but I will not simply move on. Picking a forever place for your ashes to lay is the last decision for you I ever wanted to make. My heart is still beating but broken it is, I can't believe I am picking the last place for you to live.
Copyright © Sierra Mazzucca | Year Posted 2022
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