Losing someone dear to us is never an easy thing. Sometimes when you think you’ve run out of tears, something reminds you of them and you start crying all over again. It gets easier over time, but you never truly heal. The best you can do is not to wallow in depression and think about all the happy times you spent together.

My grandmother and I were very close. She was the one who practically raised me since my parents had jobs that required them to travel. When she got really sick, she told me that she wanted to be cremated and put in one of those handmade urns like my grandfather. When she died, we placed her ashes in a delicately carved wooden urn and placed her beside my grandfather’s urn. Now every time I pass by the living room and see those urns, I am reminded of how much she loved me and how she made me into the person I am today.