There’s no reason to fixate on this. It doesn't matter what’s sitting in this urn. Ash, or sand, can’t become bone and bone can’t become flesh and my daughter can't be brought back from this tiny pile of grit. Even if there was a way, a magic potion or some miraculously advanced technology, she’d still be lost to me. Because this isn’t my daughter. These aren’t her earthly remains.

There’s no reason to fixate on this. It doesn't matter what’s sitting in this urn. Ash, or sand, can’t become bone and bone can’t become flesh and my daughter can't be brought back from this tiny pile of grit. Even if there was a way, a magic potion or some miraculously advanced technology, she’d still be lost to me. Because this isn’t my daughter. These aren’t her earthly remains.

My remorses however, I would do anything to go back and prevent the circumstances that brought those to life, and they are many.

My remorses however, I would do anything to go back and prevent the circumstances that brought those to life, and they are many.