I've handled Christmas pretty well since Ian died. Partly as we'd not really developed/embedded traditions before he passed, partly because I have a very young child who I want to experience and have memories of the childhood magic and joy of the season.
So I bring you my Christmas Eve musing...
He's up near the top (safer that way, with an active toddler and all).
I saw them on her stall, and immediately my mind went to work about Ian’s ashes. I’d already had some preserved in a glass orb (or as our best man puts it, I’ve turned him into a paperweight), so I asked her if she thought placing some in the amphora would work. She thought so, and very, very kindly gave me one as a gift.
I like that.