A friend of ours wanted his ashes scattered from Acadia in Maine to Cumberland Island in GA and Thailand where he spent part of the year every year. Another friend took some of his ashes and created pottery pieces that contained part of his ashes.
My mother’s ashes are still on my cabinet in my living room, where they may stay from now on. I like having her energy there.
Your story made me laugh and made me think about how silly humans are. My husband was an archeologist and he dug up remains in the American southwest that were buried in the floor of the living spaces in the houses. Our relationship to our loved one’s dead bodies is complex, isn’t it?