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He is Home

He is home, his ashes…are home. Along with his ashes, came clippings of his hair, castings, and imprints we chose to pay extra for.
I cleaned the entire house beforehand, as if he really was coming home. I nested, the way a pregnant mother does, preparing for the arrival of her baby. The only difference is my 7 month old baby came home in a tiny white box today. This is not how it was supposed to be.

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