A private memorial was held for my parents a week after they were found. The reasoning for how they ended up on the same ship at the time of their deaths is still unknown. They went missing years apart yet died together. I’m not sure if we’ll ever know the whole story and a part of me is always going to wonder.
But for now…for today…I mourn. Parts of the prayer during the service still rang in my head, “We commit their bodies to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.” It just wasn’t fair. My emotions were in complete turmoil. Shock, anger, sorrow…then finally numbness. How can it hurt so damn much to miss people you don’t even remember?