A moment that changed me: Should I laugh or cry? When I scattered my grandmother's ashes, I did both
Briefly

Regardless of the weather outside, the lofty chapel in London always felt gray and chilly, with close family members weeping through eulogies and witnessing cremations, while the rest would move on to the wake, avoiding details of what they had seen.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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