Today, my mother’s ashes were laid in the ground in a cemetery in Kópavogur, having been brought over by relatives from Canada.
Obituaries in the paper, letters read at the service, condolences offered by strangers. And I am struck by how many versions there are of the same person, and how different they are from mine.
So tremendously relieved that it is finished.
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