My child is part of who I am, so today marks the first year of redefining how I see myself and my role in life. It's been intense, and I am making progress.
Josh's ashes have been with the little memorial in the corner of the living room. (Weird term, 'living room,' in the context.) It was not intentional that we would keep them this long. We had ideas about what to do with them, but today it seemed right that we should put them out to sea. He loved the sea, and the wild, and here the sea is wild. He first saw the sea just before his 2nd birthday, and he was so excited at how the waves washed up and down the beach. He loved swimming forever after.
So on this gorgeous sunny day, after a spell of rainy weather, we set them adrift in the Atlantic, from the rocks at Llandudno beach. It was hard - felt like another stage of letting go - and maybe that's why we had to wait a year. This picture shows where his ashes started their journey. Go well, Josh, wherever it takes you.
