Making Ends Meet

Cremation is such an abrupt end, and the people who attend one are left to scramble around, picking up pieces of themselves in an attempt to piece together the life of the person that has just departed. It is just too much for a person – any person – to condense the meaning of an entire life – however brief – into a single moment. I don't think our psyches were meant to endure such sudden and complete closures. It almost feels like someone slammed the book shut upon reaching the end of a chapter.

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