Closure
Today, my mother's ashes were laid in the ground in a cemetery in Kópavogur, having been brought over by relatives from Canada.
Obituaries in the paper, letters read at the service, condolences offered by strangers. And I am struck by how many versions there are of the same person, and how different they are from mine.
So tremendously relieved that it is finished.
Obituaries in the paper, letters read at the service, condolences offered by strangers. And I am struck by how many versions there are of the same person, and how different they are from mine.
So tremendously relieved that it is finished.
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