End of Summer
It feels timely that I’ll be returning home next week. This will be my first visit without a place to go see Mom since she passed away four years ago. (!!) Like my father before her, she donated her body to medical science. The urn with her ashes has been waiting at my brother’s apartment for the past two years, ever since I asked him to hold on until I could come. I think it’s taken me this long to finally make the trip because I needed time for healing. That year I not only lost my mother but also three other beloved people in Japan, all within months of one another. Back then, the void felt too raw, the journey too heavy.