Laurie responded to a call for stories while I was visiting another city. She keeps the ashes of both her mother and stepfather in her home. When I arrived, her house was filled with the warmth of Christmas and Hanukkah — stockings, lights, and a quiet sense of family.
We talked at her kitchen table, where she shared memories of a deeply loving mother and a stepfather who became a steady, devoted father figure. Death was never discussed in her childhood home, so her mother’s wish to be cremated came as a surprise, and the silence around loss left her carrying an unspoken fear.
As she showed me the containers holding her mother’s and stepfather’s ashes, she pulled out a photograph of her mother as a Girl Scout and another of herself at the same age. The resemblance was extraordinary.
This is Laurie's story.
