[onewhippedpuppy]

Originally Posted by wdfifteen

I picked Brodie's ashes up at the crematorium yesterday. Two little white plastic boxes. It was a sad, long ride home. I'm haunted still by the thought of that happy, sweet little face - gone forever.

I can't read that quote with dry eyes. I remember when I lost my grandfather and all we ended up with was a plain white cardboard box. His was a full life, at least I can find solace in that. The thought of that being your child is something that I cannot fathom.