Sunday, May 16, 2010
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down
Let's just pause for a moment to reflect that words like "cremains" and "columbarium" have entered my vocabulary. Dad keeps incorrectly referring to the columbarium as "Mike's Crypt," which makes me think of late-night zombie movies.
Some days I can go for longer stretches without thinking about him, though it's always there bubbling under the surface. There are moments I pretend to have acceptance. Then I see a photo like this one, and am shocked into stunned silence. Acceptance is so far down the road, I'm not sure I even believe it is there.