In 2018 (a little over 2 years after my Dad’s memorial service), I wanted to visit my Dad’s niche1. At the time, I was staying a few days with my Mom at Mare Island, and I asked her if she wanted to go with me. She declined. I went anyways.
I expected to be more emotional. I wasn’t feeling anything at all. I knew my Dad was NOT there. I was in front of a ceramic jar, with some burnt ashes in it. My Dad wasn’t there, he was somewhere else.
I’m not aware of any visits my Mom may have made to my Dad’s niche. It must be hard.
- Cremation niches are shallow recesses, usually within a wall used to display a statue, memorial, urn or similar. ↩︎