The silence after loss can roar. When someone we love dies, the world tilts, and even the air feels different. In that strange new quiet, a single question can haunt a family: should their ashes stay here, with us? An urn on a shelf, a necklace on a chest, a small box by the bed—each choice carves its own kind of comfor… Continues…
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