My daughter’s Ashes

1 min readFeb 18

I wasn’t expecting her ashes to be heavy

Not bone, like crumbled concrete, once tethered to the ground

Only meant for use

Laden with cracks and weary from everyday purpose


I expected them to be light

Like paper words taking the wind


I am an assistant principal at a small middle school. I care deeply about people and I like to find solutions if I can. Life is hard. Let's be kind