We all hope that we will live together with our loved ones – and die together with them. Sometimes, however, fate is not together with us – and our loved one is suddenly no longer with us. They have gone into a world where we can’t reach them, and all that remains in this world for us are their ashes.
My daughter Helen, mother of my twin grandchildren, died 11 years ago. The 10th anniversary of her death was especially hard and I’m not sure why. I only knew that Helen wasn’t part of my life. Death robbed me of a future with her, a painful truth I face each day.