Prior to moving his urn to Sylvan Abbey I kept him up top on my bookshelves. To have him up there right next to wear I sit and read felt both good and bad. Mixed feeling I guess. I know he is not inside that urn, but seeing it felt weird and made me a little sad each time I walked by. And that isn't how my father would want me to feel. We had extensive conversations about death and an afterlife and what he wanted and didn't want to happen when the day came for him to leave this world. Being at Sylvan Abbey was his request and we honored it. But the few months where we sat up there on the shelf felt necessary as I wasn't really ready yet to take him away.
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