They delivered my sister's ashes to me today.  Except for the seemingly endless bureaucracy surrounding it, her death hasn't been real to me.  I didn't see her every day or even talk to her on the phone or online up until the last few weeks.  But I knew where she was.  I guess I still know exactly where she is -- in my back room, waiting for Spring to come.

It's really an ugly little white box.  I think I'm going to plaster it with glittery butterfly stickers.